Post by Benny Fleetfoot on Nov 7, 2016 0:38:26 GMT -5
Shortly after Buster and Taylor brought back the brady bunch family, they were all cheery and shit after all (actually quite the opposite) Buster's radio along with everyone else's lit up with The blonde babe's voice. She sounded like she was cashing in her chips to buy the farm and go see uncle lewie up in heaven. Buster had no real feelings about it. He barely knew her and from what he could gather she didn't even trust him. He couldn't blame her he was part of the lot that kidnapped her. Buster watched as everyone started volunteering to go off and rescue princess peach. He had heard the leader chick calling her peach over the radio on the way over to san simeon from bell isle. Buster, still holding his ribs watched as everyone gathered to form a search party. No fucking thank you. Buster wasn't interesting in playing the hero. Not when playing the bad guy was pretty much expected of you from everyone else beside Taylor. Taylor who was pissed about his driving was halfway up to the castle already. Fuck. Buster thought. I'm gonna have to chase her. And she's doing her angry quick walk appearently. Buster sighed and followed her up to the castle, but by time he got there she had already gone inside. The radio chatter was all about the mission, everyone getting shit in order and organizing carpools, it was what this group did. They took care of each other, and if one of them got knocked down they picked each other back up. If one of them got in trouble they sent out rescues. If Buster had been in trouble once with Clayton, Clayton woulda told Buster "Sorry bout your dam luck kid! See ya in hell!" Buster wasn't used to being in a group where everyone cared about each other this much. It was a bunch of mushy shit that he really didn't care for mostly, but it was kinda cool that everyone had each other's back and ther wasn't a whole lota lone wolf shit going on. Still, Buster was banged the fuck up, and it wasn't really his fight. He wasn't sticking his neck out for blondey. Not even if he was 100%. He stepped inside the castle and still didn't see Taylor. Dam that girl moves fast. Buster wanted to check on her now that they had a moment to themselves. See how she was doing after literally killing a guy. Buster wasn't sure if she had ever killed anyone. Wasn't sure how chickie would handle it, but he had to get a handle on it and find out. Buster made his way up to their room.
He found her there. Buster stepped inside and closed the door. He sat down on the bed and allowed himself to lay back, stare at the ceiling and just enjoy the softness of the comforter. Taylor still looked pissed about the way he was driving on the way back. She'd get over it. Buster didn't lean up or bother to look at her, he only continued to look up at the ceiling.
Buster: So, yous doing alright? You ever had to kill a guy before?
Buster was honestly interested. He wanted to know how she was doing. Emotionally. If she was hurting, if she wanted i don't know. Talk or some shit. She could talk. Buster could listen. He wasn't exactly the touchy feely type and he knew she wasn't either, but he didn't know what was in her head unless he asked. He wasn't used to caring about people, caring about her. He wanted..... No he needed to know that his wife Taylor was ok. He loved her after all and that scared the shit out of him.