the great forsaken cookout was finally taking place!!

oh, it was wonderful; a flurry of foods, both fried & grilled alike, garnished every plate. salads were everywhere, even if shedletsky personally wouldn’t ever touch them. guest 1337 was at the grill, elliot was manning the other foods, everyone was there enjoying themself—

except for 007n7.

shedletsky stood still for a moment, scratching his head as he chewed on his third chicken drumstick of the day. why wasn’t 007n7 here? he remembered the other times there were events like this, 007n7 had practically invited himself, yet at the penalty of getting a lot of nasty looks & stares. shedletsky had thought that the flares hadn’t bothered 007n7 at all…

had he been wrong? well, of course not, how could he? shedletsky is never wrong!

he did need to go out & find 007n7 though. for safety reasons.

shedletsky went out into the woods, chewing on his chicken as he went, gnawing at it like a teething toddler with a rubber stress toy. he eventually found 007n7 sitting on a fallen log all by himself, his head held down for some reason… shedletsky’s expression brightened as he finally found 007n7.

“hey, 7!” shedletsky exclaimed as he skipped over to the log 007n7 was sitting on, plopping down himself next to the other man on it & leaning against 007n7 playfully, judging him with his shoulder. too close.

“why aren’t you at the cookout, huh? check out what they’ve got me eating—chicken drumsticks!! of all things!!!”