Passing A Kidney Stone

"We'll figure it out later, in the meantime we'll need a way to get a van."

"They let you drive?"

Brink snorted a laugh "funny that you think I can drive normally." he shrugged with a grin "you'll have to ask, one look at me and they'll probably say no."

"nah, he'd be one more person to kill if he ever got to the police. plus we'd have no way back."

“Interesting idea. How would we trans port the money?”

Brink thought for a moment, “got any duffle bags lying around?”

“That’s a definite yes.” He flopped back I tot he couch and glared at the door, sticking his tongue out and crossing his arms over his chest

He raised his hand innocently “Hey, you do you, I don’t judge. If you have a random body sized duffle bag around here, cool.”

Brink glared at him with a taunting grin “you don’t go to the gym. You also don’t need so many to go if you ever went all.”

“Visiting and using are not the same thing.” He pointed out, giving Vitalis a look over

Brink rolled his eyes and turned back to the window “mind if I use one then?”

Brink's eyes widened "please tell it's because you have a body in there and not because you actually go to the gym."

Brink scrunched up his nose in slight disgust "how long has it been in there?"

“Still…ew.” Brink sighed and lied on the ground again, humming softly and fiddling with the carpet

By the time Vitalis finished with the bag, Brink had climbed on top of the coffee table. his legs and lower body were on top of the table while his upper body was bent under the table in a weird contortionist pose