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Started May 14, 2018 by Deleted user

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"DARREN ARE YOU OKAY???"

Darren winced a bit at his sudden volume, "Uhh, yeah, I'm fine. What's up?"

"Oh well I shouldn't trouble you." Rory cleared his throat.

"Rory, you're no trouble. What is it?"

"Well….it hasn't gotten any better." He started. "I was fired from my last job for making the ceiling fall in."

"How do they know it's you?" Darren sat down, standing on his unbalanced feet wasn't worth it anymore.

"They didn't They just fired the only person there during the time. It was the night shift."

Darren shook his head, "Our magic expert died and I don't understand what's happening to you,"

"Lloyd died?"

"No, no, He and his brother left and they aren't coming back, I guess that doesn't matter. You didn't want his help anyway. Nonetheless, I don't know what to do."

"Well…that settles it." Rory straightened his hat. "I'm gonna make a deal with Satan."

"What, Belle? Why?" Darren was confused and he had a lingering headache… Although didn't he always?

"Seems like the reasonable thing to do. My soul for an actual life."

"Seems like the reasonable thing to do. My soul for an actual life."

"No. No that is not reasonable. You are not dragging Nami back out here for this shit! Okay? We can figure this out," Darren snapped.

"S-sorry. I'm sorry. I'm really stressed cus I got a family to support."

"I understand that okay!" Darren was on the edge of yelling but didn't realize it, "I can help you, with the powers and the family…"

"Okay okay. Please stop yelling." Rory grimaced.

He didn't realize he was so loud… So angry… not until he saw the look on Rory's face. His tumor had really gotten the better of him today. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't– um, yeah, sorry,"

"You're okay. I understand." Rory smiled a little. "My Dad had cancer."

Darren sighed, "Sorry," he said quietly. "It's been a rough day,"

"Yeah it sure has."

"So, are we positive this is from you being nervous?"

"I think it might be from me feeling any emotion ever." Rory stated. "A couple days ago I was laughing at my brother's joke and the closet door ripped off it;'s hinges."

"Okay, that helps," Darren nodded and yawned, "You can, like, move things… With your mind… but not you, something around you that you control,"

"I'm not sure I control it." He admitted. 'You look tired….maybe I should come back later?"

"No, I already slept," Darren sighed, "You have to control it right? How else would it react to your emotions?"