rusty mcclue [ the moon i rot behind ]

The house was quiet; Devin had left for work — taking Rusty’s car, naturally. He was quite protective of that vehicle. Winter had turned harsh, requiring frequent use of the fireplace to keep the flames alive and the house warm. After chopping a good supply of wood, Rusty rolled up his sleeves and tossed a few logs onto the dying embers, stacking the excess against the wall. Just as he was settling in to relax in front of the TV, a knock sounded at the door. It was strange— Devin wasn't supposed to be back from work this early. And besides... who else would be coming here? Rising from the couch, Rusty walked over and opened the door without a second thought. He was stunned to find not Devin on the threshold, but a man he had heard about but never actually met in person. He opened his mouth to ask what the hell was going on, but Camryn spoke first.

"I'm here to see Devin. He let you know, right?"

Camryn said this calmly, noticing the confusion in Rusty’s eyes; clearly, Devin hadn't told him a thing.

"Uh... What the hell, man? Devin... damn. Not only did he not warn me, but he’s at work today. He must have forgotten to mention that part."

Rusty furrowed his brows in annoyance and rubbed the bridge of his nose. Seriously, this was the sort of thing you warn someone about; Devin had really screwed up here.

"Oh, and by the way... I’ve heard a lot about you. I’m Camryn Rapid—nice to meet you." The guy was the polar opposite of Rusty; he held out his hand for a shake, and McClue gave him a reluctant, rather limp handshake in return.

"Damn, the weather forecast for today is absolute shit, and... Devin’s going to be here in a few hours. Look... I’m not big on uninvited guests, but just wait for him here - just dont bother me, alright? And don't just stand there by the door like an idiot; come inside and keep the cold out - I just threw some logs on the fire, man."