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Riff Raff had been pacing the hallway for fifteen whole minutes, and he showed no signs of stopping just yet. If anything, he was getting faster, his footsteps heavier. The loud thunderstorm outside was drowning out his mumbles and groans. Another crack of lightning filled the room with light and the rain plummeted harder against the windows. The weather was doing nothing to help his irritable, impatient mood. Not that he didn't like storms. Usually he would have loved to watch from his tower. But not now.
He felt itchy all over, though there didn't appear to be anything that could make him feel that way. His clothes were so old and worn that they were comfortable. This itching was something different; it was longing. There was also a pulsing in his temple that wouldn't go away. Riff Raff's eyes were burning, he wanted to cry. He felt so helpless and desperate.
"Riff Raff?" Frank's voice was not one that he wanted to hear right now.
Gathering up all of his patience and composure, Riff Raff turned to face him. Frank was stood on the stairs, dressed in his sleepwear. "Yes, master?" Riff Raff responded.
"What are you doing? It is almost midnight!" Frank snapped.
"I know, master" Riff Raff said irritably.
"Then get to bed! We have hard work to do tomorrow" Frank stomped back up the stairs.
"You mean I have work to do" Riff Raff muttered to himself, too low for Frank to hear.
For the next fifteen minutes, he resumed his pacing. Never before had he had to wait this long for the delivery. Never before had the guy been an hour late. Riff Raff was getting a little angry now. Whenever the son of a bitch arrived, he'd have a lot to answer to.
"Riff?" Magenta's voice was soft and croaky, she had obviously just got out of bed.
"Yes?" Riff Raff replied, not even looking at her. Instead he fixed his eyes on the door.
"Please come to bed" Magenta wished.
"I can't" Riff Raff told her.
Magenta sighed, "He isn't going to come Riff, and you know it" She descended the stairs and took her brothers hand. She inclined her head towards him, resting her lips by his ear, "Come to bed, you don't need anything but me tonight" She murmured.
Riff Raff closed his eyes, "No, Magenta" He whispered.
A little hurt, Magenta pulled away. She stared at Riff Raff for a few seconds, and then turned around, heading back up the stairs. She could feel the tears prick at her eyes. Magenta was never one to cry, but Riff Raff was her weak spot in a lot of ways. She saw how destroyed he was, how addicted. Where was the Riff she had known? He had always been the strongest of the two, dependent on nobody and nothing. Drugs had always been something Magenta believed her brother would never touch, but...
She blamed Frank. Maybe if he treated Riff Raff a little better, he wouldn't have gotten himself in this mess.
Riff Raff even smelt different nowadays. His breath was sharp yet sweet, his clothes reeking of alcohol. Magenta didn't enjoy to breath in his scent anymore. She couldn't even lie comfortably in his arms anymore; he was always twitching, always scratching his arms. The beauty she had always seen in him was deteriorating.
He was a ghost of his former self.