Colby waited patiently for his door to be opened from the outside, even though his vibrating phone was being very tempting in a lull such as this. “Thank you very much, sir,” he said brightly when he was finally set free.
Officer Ryans gave him a genuine smile back, feeling bittersweet. It...
Colby drew faceless beings into the fogged glass. Was marring a police car's window with fingerprint artistry illegal? Probably.
After the protocol interrogations, unnecessary media interaction, and following plane flight, he and his newest police escort were on his way through the heart of...
"There's no way I'm looking at running from the law as a viable option, but, waiting here for the police is going to ultimately lead to Nat getting so busted for-" Colby was musing to Cam when the coffee shop's door announced its opening. He finished off his muffin with a large bite as he sized...
Colby beckoned for the phone numbers to collect on their table beside his free hand, while he continued to chow down on a rare, completely vegan muffin. It wasn't unusual to find a baker who regularly replaced the milk and its respective products, but, for some reason, it wasn't often people...
Sitting in the complete opposite side of the coffee shop, Colby spit extremely projectile soup as soon as he realized what phone call was being made. "MR. BECK, WHAT?"
Colby nodded gratefully, pocketed his phone, and trounced over to the mother stone -wait, wasn't that the one in the coffee shop?- with the enthusiasm of a preschooler who was the reigning line leader. After he'd unearthed his stone from his other pocket, it only took him a moment to find the...
Colby awkwardly approached Take, not about to reach into Take's shirt to take his phone back. "Thanks so much," he said finally, wrestling with the options of offering his hand or just waiting until Take offered the device himself. "It means a lot."
Colby let his smile settle down into the range of normalcy and took a step back out of Take's shadow, coming to stand next to Cam. "Pretty sure, but, knowing us, there's always a chance someone's MIA."
Colby's smile practically grew to his ears. Out of everyone, Blair was the last person he'd expected to take this in stride and encourage it. Maybe he'd misjudged her.
"Mine's still on," he told Kipp. "I hardly used it."
Then he looked up at Take with a bold kind of hope in his eyes and held out...
Colby hesitated. He'd been doing a lot of that.
He fished out his blue crystal from his pocket and turned it over once in his hand.
But he didn't surrender it.
Instead, he pivoted to face everyone.
"Hey...uh, this is going to be a weird question." He felt their impatience at his stalling. Hey...
"Oh?" Colby's brow lifted. Sure, this whole thing was a completely awesome break from the comparable mundanity of everyday life, but not wanting to go home? "What's wrong with your brothers?"
Colby trotted up alongside Fred and noted his frown. Well, the brainy brunet normally seemed nice enough, so perhaps small talk would help. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, right? "Hey."
Colby immediately shut up. Take was someone who really knocked the sanity right back into you. "Sorry, sorry, sorry," he rambled, backing up on slipping feet. "And, uh, thanks for getting us out of that."
In the background, Colby began laughing loudly at everyone and no one. From the lack of shame he felt for the unwarranted outbursts, he figured he was still on an adrenaline high.
And so he continued cackling.
Colby's eyes crossed to watch her retrieve the strawberry piece. "Oh, uh, no problem?" He went to awkwardly scratch the back of his neck with his unwounded paw when he finally noticed the oncoming swarm. "Looks like we offended the wrong colony."