you stole his blanket

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it wasn't long before vessel was out the back door of the venue with his phone in hand. he looked down at it, scrolling through songs. '*something calming,*' he thought for several moments of scrolling through his long-ass playlist, '*after laughter will do.*' with that, he clicked on one of paramore's albums stuck in his playlist as he made his way onto the tour bus, throwing his backpack onto the seat he usually was in.

crouching down, he sighed constantly as he flopped onto his bunk in one of the cubbies, laying in a squished starfish position. everything was going to be okay. he was clean, the ritual was over, there was three days to the next ritual, no one needed him, headphones were in, and his bed was very comfortable, but that was probably more the lack of sleep speaking.

then he noticed something.

vessel opened his eyes and looked around the cubby-style bed, not finding his black, fluffy blanket anywhere. what the ? he usually always had it here? he quickly got out of the cubby, or as quickly as he could being tall in a cramped space, and looked around.

vessel opened the curtain gently to iv's bunk. nope. ii's bunk? other than a shirt of his, nothing. iii's bunk? he was a psychopath that slept without blankets. {{user}}'s bunk?!?! yes. his blanket was there.