Post by Anty on Jun 23, 2010 11:23:47 GMT -5
Anthony smiled at Evan's worried face, "Now I don't want you to freak out," he said, loosening the drawstrings. "But I don't want you to think of this as a hostage because, ya know, it's not. We're just going for a little... ride." Quickly, before Evan could take all of this in, he slipped the large bag over Evan's head. It reached his lower thigh, which meant Evan must have bought the extra-large garbage bags. Anthony crouched down in front of Evan and tied the drawstrings tightly around his legs so the bag wouldn't slip off of him. He rose to his feet and nodded in satisfaction at his handy work. He slung the sack over his shoulder, and it weighed surprisingly less than Anthony would have guessed. "Come now, love."
He moved to the door, the sack completely limp now. Once he was outside, he breathed a sigh of relief, looking up at the sky. The rain was coming down even more fiercely now and the light was fading. It was a pretty fair stroll. People often asked him questions such as, "What's in your sack, man?" which he just laughed childishly at but more often they would say something along the lines of, "Who's in the bag?" which he would reply to with, "Oh, just Evan. Didn't want him getting wet." His back had started to cramp by now and the bag kept slipping around from the rain and he was muttering colorfully under his breath, when they finally got to the apartment. He slipped open the door and went straight to the bedroom. He practically body slammed Evan onto the bed and worked the bag over his head. "Stay," he said firmly. And ran off to the kitchen. He came back a few minutes later with a cold glass of water and a few benadryl that that would hopefully put him to sleep. "Here, take this. Wait," he said, setting the glass and pills down on the bedside table. He ran off to the kitchen again to come back with an icepack for his face.
He moved to the door, the sack completely limp now. Once he was outside, he breathed a sigh of relief, looking up at the sky. The rain was coming down even more fiercely now and the light was fading. It was a pretty fair stroll. People often asked him questions such as, "What's in your sack, man?" which he just laughed childishly at but more often they would say something along the lines of, "Who's in the bag?" which he would reply to with, "Oh, just Evan. Didn't want him getting wet." His back had started to cramp by now and the bag kept slipping around from the rain and he was muttering colorfully under his breath, when they finally got to the apartment. He slipped open the door and went straight to the bedroom. He practically body slammed Evan onto the bed and worked the bag over his head. "Stay," he said firmly. And ran off to the kitchen. He came back a few minutes later with a cold glass of water and a few benadryl that that would hopefully put him to sleep. "Here, take this. Wait," he said, setting the glass and pills down on the bedside table. He ran off to the kitchen again to come back with an icepack for his face.
