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Disco opens the glass door leading to the fresh air outside.
“ Dang, time goes by more faster when I’m at that radio station.”
Disco thought to themselves
“ Which is probably why I haven’t had anything to drink today. Damm, my head is KILLING me “
Disco had a bag on them ( for a notebook, makeup/face paint, a memo for phone numbers, wallet, and a few pieces of jewelry)
They turned their head down to look at the floor. Count the steps. One. Two. Three.
The heat waves the air, rising and falling.
They reached up to twenty
Twenty One. Twenty two. Or was it five?
“ GAH! SHIT! The heat is killing me. And with this headache I’m not feeling alright. Come on Shift, just 40 more steps to get to the train”
They thought
Heat felt over their body as like it was absorbing the sun above. Each step felt more of a heartbeat of death. Vision becoming blurry. A body becoming wobbly and hard to control. It almost like if a soul and muscle are two different things. Not by a body system. More like people. Two living things.
Disco’s body swaying towards each step.
“ 40….steps……more…”
Dragging their body more by a force.
Each step by step.
They sat at a shaded alleyway. It wasn’t really cooling but it kept Disco at a more comfortable feeling than being in the sun. They dropped their bag on the floor and pressed their head to their knees trying to stop the throbbing pain from the head and from the heat.
“ God, I haven’t been getting any sleep lately. Especially with trying to hide this “Identity” thing, but I’m better off at getting information by being a “chill” and “ outgoing “ person than what little information I had slacking off at my old job.”
Disco thought, eyes grew blurry .
“ I’ll just rest for a minute…maybe I’ll feel…better…”
*40 minutes go by*
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Disco opened their eyes to a cream cheese, white door.
They turned around and their hand fell on a puffy soft quilt.
Disco grasped the mattress to prop themselves up to see where they are.
“ Ack! Wait…where am I? What’s going on? OH SHIT I MISS THE TRAIN!”
Disco silently panicked
They look up from the bed to investigate the room around them: blue feathered walls, mixed media art complementing the room, some posters of models and newspapers, a few can of hairspray on the night stand, and a small chair that had Disco’s bag on it.
The door knob creaks open.
“ Hey you doing alright?”
It was Mike
“Oh-uh…. yeah, yeah I’m doing fine”
Disco fumbled on their words
“Yeah I figured”
Mike chuckled giving out a smile
“ You looked so comfortable when you were resting after your fever went down.”
Disco slowly felt a bit hot on their cheeks. Flustered and embarrassment .
“ O-oh I’m sorry for the inconvenience for you.You. You didn’t have to do that for me”
Disco apologized
“ it’s fine and I didn’t want anything bad happening to you.”
Mike reassured Disco
“I-I should get going, I don’t want to inconvenience you more-“
Disco rushed to get out of the bed and grab their bag
“ Wait-“
Mike grabs on to Disco arm
“ Stay, please. I don’t want you to end up even more worse than before. And I got some clothes that you can use.”
The two stay silent for just a moment
“ Sure I can stay “
Disco awkwardly laughed
Disco’s body felt bit woosy
“Mmm-“
Disco groaned
“ You should probably get some more rest”
Mike carefully led Disco back on to the bed.
Disco grabbed grasped the pillow and started to close their eyes.
Mike sat on leftover space the bed had. He didn’t want Disco to leave as embarrassed his mindset to think about that.
Mike rubbed disco’s head which made them more relaxed and comfortable.
But it rubbed something off. Makeup. It was only a small smudge of it but Mike noticed the foundation on his thumb.
He looked at Disco closely
“ Wait- why does? Is that Stickshift? As in that detective that was working on one of the cases? Shit I can’t let Disco, Shift- SHIT I can’t let anyone neither them know that I know their true identity. My whole reputation is going to be destroyed or-“
“Mike”
Disco gently layed his had to where Mike’s hand was ( on his head)
“ Thank you…for..everything”
The words brought back Mike out of his racing thoughts.
He slowly got up from the bed. He looked at Disco sleeping on the bed.
“ Hmm they look so comfortable…I should probably let them sleep.”
Mike headed toward the door and turned off the lights
He closed the door