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So, it had been an eventful day so far... and while it might not have been his best decision ever, Dwight didn't feel like sitting in his apartment staring at the bags and luggage and suitcases that seemed to keep popping up around him.

Maybe he thought he could distract himself. Maybe he thought he could get some space between himself and the baggage. Maybe he thought they might leave him alone in the openness of the outdoors. But whatever he had thought was proving to be incorrect. if anything the number of bags and labels he had to deal with was seeming to increase.

So, Dwight sat on the rather oversized suitcase with a "Troubles" label stuck to it, feet resting on a duffle bag with a "killed your squad mates" label affixed to it, and doing his best to ignore the "unworthy of love", "failure as a father", and "she'll never love you" bags that seemed to be actually taunting him at this point.

He kicked over the bag that said "Lizzie" on it only to have it right itself again, the name bigger and bolder than before. "This had bloody well be a one day thing" he muttered.

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Yeah, Duke was doing his best to outrun his baggage as well. It was his go-to move, after all. Even though it had literally never worked, either metaphorically or literally.

Would Dwight recognize the engraved silver chest Duke had failed to unstrap from his back that morning? Or -- wait, no, that had been the other Dwight who had fought with him over it back in Haven. Or, well, fought with the other engraved silver box, the one that didn't show any labels at all unless under black light, rather than being stamped with "killer destiny (literally)" in big, bold letters.

"Wow," Duke muttered as he sauntered (well, staggered, that silver box was extremely heavy) up. "I should have known I'd run into you. Today of all days."

He should have just hidden in the hold with Raccoon!Octavia and the porgs. And the bags labeled "girlfriend is a raccoon" and "ship infested with porgs".

Ah Duke... Had been a while. Dwight was a bit surprised to see him out...all things considered. But if there was anyone else on the island who understood some of the weight of the bags piling at his feet, Dwight figured it was Duke

So he gave a nod and nudged the bag with the "alone with no family" bag to the side. He gestured towards the spot.

"Seems the island has a twisted sense of humor today... Moreso than usually. Care to sit? That looks heavy" he said with a nod towards the box.

"A bit," Duke confirmed, and all but flopped into the newly cleared spot. "You know, just a little."

Please ignore the electric green "sarcasm as a defense mechanism" bag that popped up by his feet, Dwight.

Hey, it would go great with the "repression and ignoring trauma" suitcase that was around somewhere.

"Please just tell me this is a one day thing..." Dwight said with a sigh. "Not sure i can handle another day of..." Cue the bags of "Amaya", "Kristoff", and "Tavin" appearing again.

Dwight might have visibly twitched a bit at that last one.

"I think so?" Duke shrugged. "If it weren't, I'm guessing someone would have burned the town down by now."

Lucifer. Lucifer would have burned it down. He'd started a bonfire of luggage last time. Lucifer definitely would have burned the town down.

Bonfire might be a good way to cope. Be cathartic if nothing else.

"Things been ok..other than all this" Dwight woth a vague handwave. "Don't see ya around much."

He saw your boyfriend/partner more than he saw you Duke. That was saying something since everyone knows <\i> how social Dwight was! ((*Cough*sarcasm*Cough*))

"Yeah, I've, uh." Duke rubbed the back of his neck. "I've been, uh."

A bag made from a pillow case and a length of nylon rope appeared, reading "~* depression naps! *~" in sparkly embroidery. Duke snatched it up and flung it into the duck pond.

". . . Busy," he finished, utterly without conviction.

"Yeah... same..." Quite the conversation pieces these were. "Tired of the reminders to be honest." Yes that included you "no family" duffle bag. "The others doing alright? Octavia and Lucifer?"

Oh hello, "useless and undeserving" bag. Duke wasn't wondering where you'd gone off to.

"Octavia's a raccoon," he said with a sigh. "Pretty sure Lucifer is trying to drown his bags in the port."

"That might actually be the best argument in favor of being turned into an animal I have ever heard of," Dwight said with an almost a smirk. "No need to deal with drama, trauma, and baggage" he added, not even bothering to try and hide the "everyone leaves you cuz you're broken" bag that landed in his lap.

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And Duke wasn't about to mention it, if for no other reason than he didn't need Dwight mentioning any of his own bags.

"Yeah. It's probably when she's most at peace."

He was just going to use that "wants to fix his broken partners" bag as a footrest.

Hey silent comradery and mutual suffering.... like being back in Haven, so that was fun!

"Pretty sure dog version of me would see all these as nothing more than massive chew toys..." Yes including the one that just appeared that he was not even going to acknowledge because wow, Fandom, you were going to stoop to new depressing and morbid lows today it seemed.

"Think we might be in need of some therapeutic arson soon though if this keeps up."

"Lucifer tried that last time. All it does is stink up the place. The bags just come back anyway."

"Yeah, Amaya wasn't having much luck earlier at the forge either. Though it was giving her something to focus on." Other than their matching set of baggage.

"Ahhh, the ancient art of distracting yourself from your problems." Duke gave him half a smile. "Basically our hometown's official sport."

"Well takes an expert to know the craft," Dwight said with a sigh. "What can be covered up gets ignored right? It is the Haven way... and Haven, unfortunately, has a way of sticking to you."

Duke nodded and winced faintly, trying and failing to shift that damned silver chest a little. (As Lucifer would eventually find out, it was basically grafted to him today.)

"Almost makes you appreciate the squirrels around here, huh?"

"Almost...." Dwight said. "At least tomorrow we can go back to trying to pretend none of this exists."

It was admittedly easier to pretend when you weren't tripping over it every 2 minutes.

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