Who: Derek (Narrative and open to reaction) What: Outtro! (aka nobody wants Milo) Where: D3 to 107 and out When: This morning Warnings: Derek is an asshole.
By Monday morning, Derek had found himself pacing the apartment. Everything had been packed up and labeled to head to the next place – he was thinking Australia, simply because he hadn’t been there in a few years. Movers would be back by afternoon but that was fine by him – he didn’t need to see all this shit go.
His plane ticket was for noon – hastily bought the night before with a call to some friends in Vancouver. He’d felt uneasy in the building since he got Milo, before if he was honest. There’d never been a reason or a good enough excuse to leave though, until he’d talked to Rosalie. Normal people, even normal better people like him and Rosalie didn’t get caught in insanity like this – people getting tortured, being hunted by the mafia, kids being dumped on you whose mother you hadn’t even slept with. Not to mention the fairy tale business which he didn’t know what to do with anymore – what he did know was that he couldn’t take it.
He’d found a carseat carrier for Milo and put him in it before heading down the stairs – him in one arm, his suitcase and papers under the other. No one was up at six thirty – the watch had gone to bed and people weren’t heading to work just yet. He stopped at the first floor, leaving the carrier with the sleeping floor in front of 107’s door. A note was tucked in the blankets with a simple he’s all yours. Keep an eye out for P1. Thanks – DM. Short, simple to the point – and it wasn’t like others wouldn’t know where he was.
Derek moved to step away but a hint of guilt stopped him. He fought with it for a moment, before crouching down to kiss Milo’s head. “Don’t take it personally,” he whispered. “It’s not you – it’s me.” He shook his head, getting to his feet. “It’s all me.”
He took his suitcase and only stopped at the mailboxes to leave two notes. Two minutes later, he’d hailed a taxi with a final sigh of relief. He’d never been able to settle in once place for long – why should Bellum Letale have been any different?