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Magic Number 5/?

[(Anonymous)]

Vincent can’t believe what he’s been reduced to as he stirs the disgusting white concoction. Sebastian had long ago brought them a brown paper bag full of powdered milk and they occasionally made use of it. As much as Vincent hated the chalky looking and tasting substance he wanted a bowl of cheerios, damn it.

The silver cat made his way back to his couch and stared at his inactive television set. He imagined he might’ve been able to watch the morning news by now, this time of day, if he had enough electricity. He glanced over at Franck sitting on a comfy chair on the other side of the room.

The artist had his feet up on the upholstery-Vincent had lost count of how many times he’d tried to rid the younger man of that habit, he even did it in the car-and a large sketch book on his thighs. He was drawing in deep concentration, his face screwed into a cross look. Sometimes Vincent wondered what his friend drew. Did he draw Danger? Did he perhaps draw things Danger was showing him? Was he even the one drawing? Or maybe he could just be drawing pictures of zombies they’d encountered. Sometimes he’d seen Sebastian steal glances at the pages but he never bothered himself to do the same, even if Franck probably wouldn’t have cared. Again, that subtle fear was there, keeping him away from the book and its secrets. He straightened up when Franck suddenly glanced at him.

“You want to see?” He asked quietly. Vincent spooned up another helping of cheerios.

“I’m good.” And their morning went on.

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It was in the early afternoon, when he and Franck had gathered up goodies from a convenience store and made their way to the roof to smoke and take pot-shots at zombies that Vincent’s cell phone rang. Franck watched eagerly as he answered it.

“Sebastian? Oh thank God, man it is good to hear your voice!” Vincent smiled and gave the thumbs up to Franck who was also smiling brightly.

“Same love. Listen, I went to my mom’s house in Lyon and there was a note on the front door. If she’s alive, which I believe she is, she’s in England. It might be safer than France so that’s where I’m headed.”

“Good luck. You wanna talk to Franck?” He passed the phone to the younger man who accepted it readily.

“Hey Sebastian.” Franck’s voice was noticeably louder than usually, Sebastian’s call just as uplifting to him as to Vincent apparently.

“I hope you are taking good care of my husband.” Sebastian said, snickering.

“OUR husband, cher.” Franck gave Vincent a sultry look and he heard Sebastian laugh on the other end.

“I’ll be home before you know it so draw something special for me, will you?” He said. Franck nodded.

“Of course.”

The three chatted for a few more minutes but Sebastian hung up and they decided it was time to head home.