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led zeppelin gc - part 3.5

an: cw for robert's fictional parents in this

10:27pm [the cult]

gaslight victim is now online!

gaslight victim:  is anyone awake

jimjam:  i am

gaslight victim:  can i come over

jimjam:  ?? it's so late

gaslight:  hold on
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[percy] - jimmy and robert's chat

robert:  shit is going down at my house

jimmy:  like what?

robert:  parents fighting, yelling, complaining about me
robert:  i can't do anything about it rn cause they might come stomping up here

jimmy:  you can come to my house just go through my window ok?

robert:  thank you

jimmy:  ofc
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as robert exited through his bedroom window, he fell to the ground with a slight thud.

he heard his parents yells from outside his house and felt bad for his neighbors.

robert walked his usual route to jimmy's house, a route he's known since 5th grade.

it took about 15 minutes to arrive, and robert saw jimmy's window already propped open.

as usual, he climbed on top of the boxes outside, got onto the roof, and got through the window.

jimmy was sitting on his bed, guitar in hand.  he had his orange lamps on.

"bloody hell, it's raining so hard out there."  robert said as he sat on jimmy's carpet.

"sorry about that.  you want some dry clothes?"  jimmy had offered.

"please."

jimmy nodded, removing his guitar from his lap.  he opened his drawer that had robert's extra clothes in it.

"i don't even know why i have your clothes here, but there."  jimmy handed them to robert.

"thanks.  also, you probably have them since we all agreed on keeping sets of our clothes at each other's houses."  robert snickered.

jimmy shrugged, "makes sense."

robert walked out of jimmy's room to his bathroom and changed.  he hung his wet clothes on the towel bar.

once robert walked back in, jimmy stopped playing his guitar.

"do you want to talk about what's going on..?"  jimmy asked.

"all i can say is that i'm probably leaving the house at 17."  robert sighed, sudden sadness filling his mind.

"where are you gonna stay?"  jimmy asked once more, concern laced in his voice.

"i don't know.  probably those extra rooms that those bars have." 

"can't you live with bonzo?" 

"i could, but i'm right next door to him.  i dont wanna be near my parents, jim." 

"makes sense...maybe this is just a rough spot in your life."  jimmy said, looking robert in the eyes.

"y'know, it probably is.  just one of those things you gotta overcome." 

jimmy slightly smiled, "yeah.  that's all."

robert sat down on jimmy's window couch like he always did.

it was odd looking at his room if you compared it to what it looked like when robert first came over.