[ john walker is here. another light on in the attic. another heartbeat he knows in the crowd. well, not the crowd, the stage. john walker is here, and he’s joined the fuck auction that isn’t even going to help seals who need it. john walker is here, and he has no idea this is a fuck auction. look at him. he probably hasn’t been with someone other than his ex-wife since high school. jesus christ. john walker is up there, and bob feels weirdly tender about seeing him again, because they’re a team, and they aren’t supposed to be apart. they’re meant to stick together, all of them.
and so he flips up his stupid paddle (which is probably also for fucking) immediately after one of portia’s friends puts herself on the board. up again and again and again, even as he wonders what the hell they’re bidding with, when they have no money. maybe this time they’re supposed to have money? he could put it on mel’s card, probably, and val wouldn’t notice until the statement came in, at which point he could look suitably pathetic enough to be forgiven, right. or grounded, except he’s always kind of grounded for being a walking nuke.
it goes on like this until a recess, when he beelines for the stage. waves walker over aggressively enough that his rumpled button down falls from his elbow to his wrist. ]
[ hissed — ] You gotta stop encouraging those guys. [ meaning literally anyone he awkwardly smiled or waved at. bob gestures wildly with his free hand, panic in his eyes. whatever attempt was made to gel his curls has been ruined by him running his fingers through his hair repeatedly over the last five minutes. ] This is, like. This is not a normal auction, man. It is probably not even for the crab seals. The seal crabs.
market 🤡
and so he flips up his stupid paddle (which is probably also for fucking) immediately after one of portia’s friends puts herself on the board. up again and again and again, even as he wonders what the hell they’re bidding with, when they have no money. maybe this time they’re supposed to have money? he could put it on mel’s card, probably, and val wouldn’t notice until the statement came in, at which point he could look suitably pathetic enough to be forgiven, right. or grounded, except he’s always kind of grounded for being a walking nuke.
it goes on like this until a recess, when he beelines for the stage. waves walker over aggressively enough that his rumpled button down falls from his elbow to his wrist. ]
[ hissed — ] You gotta stop encouraging those guys. [ meaning literally anyone he awkwardly smiled or waved at. bob gestures wildly with his free hand, panic in his eyes. whatever attempt was made to gel his curls has been ruined by him running his fingers through his hair repeatedly over the last five minutes. ] This is, like. This is not a normal auction, man. It is probably not even for the crab seals. The seal crabs.