Mid Evening
Hanging out with a rag tag bunch of fuckers generally speaking, wasn't such a bad fucking thing. Generally speaking. Linc had to wonder just how many fuckers would get gassed on the way out to the Keep though. And just how many of those fuckers, would bring that chaotic bullshit inside. Linc wasn't too worried about his own ass but he had a head that stayed right on his fucking shoulders and the whole "fuck with your head" shit had lost a lot of impact with him. Generally speaking, that shit didn't have as much punch when you knew what the fuck was going on.
The whole deal was on his fucking remember for later list. Which usually wasn't all that fucking long and didn't take much in the way of fucking remembering. Except that he took his lanky fucking ass out to scavenge today. He figured that all this shit was going bye bye come Monday and he might as well score as much shit as he could. Whether any of the shit he found was useful, was another damn matter. But that crap was hard to tell until the exact moment it was needed, so might as well gather it all fucking up and store it. Not like he was lacking in damned space.
Course more likely than not, all that shit would be gone on Monday by the powers that fucking be and the time spent on it, would be a waste. Didn't much matter though, when they had all the fucking time in the world to waste.
He was dragging back his latest damned finds, when he realized just what fucking time it was. If Barbie was waiting for his ass to show up to go together (aka watch her ass to make sure no fucking boogiemen grabbed it) or had headed over early to fucking avoid the night shit, he wasn't sure. She could have fucking made some remark on it before he'd headed out earlier, but he'd only been half away for the first part of the damned day. Hell it was a good hour into his hunting, before he really woke the fuck up.
Fumbling around a bit, he pinged Barbie with a There, not coming, or need a fucking chaperon? kind of text before he got the cabin. If she was fucking out already, he'd just toss the shit he'd gathered and head over to the Keep. If she was hiding her tiny ass somewhere waiting to not have to walk alone, he'd fucking find her.
And if she didn't message back, he'd just wander his ass over to the Keep anyways. Linc didn't pass up fucking already made food. Even if it was the easy ass shit he could make himself, if he ever felt inclined to bother.