Mikki quickly shook his head, “Y-You can’t. I-I don’t want you to get hurt.”
I will leave the light on ((one-on-one//closed))
Quill let out a sharp breath from his mouth. "They won't come out from the front anyway. They'll leave from the back, whoever it was." He wanted to do as Mikki asked - his impulsive hadn't even questioned him getting hurt. But he was just so…impulsive that he would probably do it anyway.
Mikki bit his lip, “If you go in I-I’m going in too.” He said, looking towards the double doors to the kitchens.
"You won't get hurt, don't worry," Quill said with a nod, starting to walk towards the counter and the entrance to the kitchens, his pocketknife at his hip.
Mikki followed close behind, keeping to Quill's side. No one tried to stop them as they walked closer, everyone else just as afraid.
Some couples quickly left the building, others crouching behind tables and booths, with just a few remaining standing. Quill reached the counter, opening the gate quickly and stepping through.
The scene on the inside reveal multiple chefs and waiters clutching each other, some crying. In the back of the room, was a mangled, deformed body, blood leaking from the chest and other places on the body. Mikki slapped a hand over his mouth.
Quill let out a low breath, blinking a few times and holding Mikki closer to him in comfort. "Who did it?" He asked in a low voice, pushing some dark hair out of his face.
No one in the kitchen responded for a moment, "W-We didn't see…" A girl piped up, "Th-There was just a l-loud b-bang and th-there they w-were."
"Well," Quill responded, pursing his lips. "Must've went out the back, then," He mumbled quietly, holding Mikki closer to him as he walked through the scene.
Mikki was starting to regret coming with Quinn, but he also didn't want to leave his side, "Why would… why would anyone want to do this?"
"People suck," Quill responded simply, walking quickly past the damage and out the back door, the scent of the salty ocean hitting them hard.
Outside, there was a bloodied crowbar, but there wasn’t any sign of the murderer.
Quill pursed his lips, holding Mikki closer to him as he studied the crowbar. Clearly whoever it was didn’t work here.
“W-We shouldn’t b-be out here…” Mikki said quietly, looking over his shoulder to the inside of the kitchens.
"I know," Quill said apologetically, sighing for a second before deciding to pick Mikki up, keeping his arms wrapped carefully around him.
(Hey sorry I kinda disappeared for a moment, went through a bad break up…)
Mikki wrapped his legs around Quill’s waist so he didn’t fall, snuggling into him, “Y-You know w-we’re gonna be q-questioned, r-right?” He whispered.
((Aw I'm sorry, I hope you're feeling a lot better now.))
"I know," Quill said, holding him close, "But we didn't kill him, so it's okay."
Mikki sniffled, “Yeah… b-but who did?”
"I have no idea other than that they're on this boat." He paused. "Well maybe not even that. Maybe they…I don't know, jumped off the boat or something."
"I don't think they jumped… they'd d-die out there…" He mumbled.
"Maybe they wanted to," Quill replied, sighing softly. He was tired.
Mikki noticed and hopped down, “Hopefully this all blows over quickly.”
"It probably won't," Quill told him with a sigh. "I mean…a guy just got murdered."
Mikki swallowed and took Quill’s hand, “Y-Yeah… I guess you’re right.”
"It's okay, though," Quill assured him, squeezing his hand, "Because we didn't do it, so we're okay."
“But who did? And what if they didn’t jump off the boat? Then we’re still on a bot with a freaking murderer!”
Quill sighed, unsure of what to tell him to calm him down. "They have no reason to come after us, Mikki. We're safe."