harlowe glances over at xavier as soon as he plops down on the vacant seat next to them . their cool gaze sweeps over the other musician continues to talk . try as they might , lucas’ death took a toll on harlowe . while their friendship with the prince was an unlikely one , they were still close . and they could’ve gone without vigilante’s chilling birthday message . “ i mean hey , at least you’re giving the man ideas . makes you wonder just how extensive his google searches are , ” they comment before shrugging at his question . “ i’m not giving him any creative ideas but honestly , he’d probably strangle me with a microphone cord or something . lay my dead body against my drum set . but just know that if he kills me , i won’t go down without a fight . i could probably get a couple hits in . call it a thank you gift for the birthday gift he gave me , ” they comment facetiously . “ but i think we’d be giving him a little too much credit that he’d take our preferred ways to go . ”
who: xavier & your muse
where: idfk ??
xavier plops down on the couch with a dramatic sigh . " you know , at this point , i'm starting to think the killer's right . we are kinda terrible . i mean , look at us , " they wave a hand at the scene—vodka bottles tilted sideways , joints half-buried in ashtrays , and scattered lines of cocaine across the glass table . " if i weren't me , i'd hate me . " leaning back , they tap their chin thoughtfully . " and you gotta give it to this guy—he’s creative . when it's my turn , i want him to go all out , like , maybe sharpen my old cds and launch them at me like ninja stars until , bam , poetic justice . and yeah , i said when , because let's be real : statistically , i've made enough poor life choices to qualify . " then he glances over , eyebrows raising . " anyway , that's my preferred way out . what about you ? "