Linky Must Die [Liby/Luan/Lincoln][/tlvg/]

>Lincoln wakes up and rubs the sleep from his eyes
>He looks down to see Libby with her arm wrapped around his torso
>So cute and she was careful with the braces, such a sweetheart
>He gently lifts the arm and away and rolls over to place his feet on the ground
>He might as well see in if Luan would be up for a round too
>He opens the door slowly, exits, and closes it behind, turns and-
>”What do you think you’re doing?” Luan says coldly
>”O-oh, Luan, I was just-“
>”Libby’s a bit old for storytime, isn’t she? But there’s something she isn’t old enough for. Lincoln.”
>”I do anything she didn’t ask me to, Luan.”
>Luan puts her face in her right palm and drags it down her face.
>”She is thirteen fucking years old, Linc!”
>”Oh, great, you too.”
>”M-me- what do you mean ‘me too’? Are you saying- you, Jesus Christ!”
>”Here we go with the morality shit...” Lincoln pulls out a cigarette and looks for a light. “Y’know, what me, you, Lucy, Lori, Lynn, Luna, and... the rest did, who did it hurt?”
>”Wel-“
>”Nobody. Exactly. So, the way I’ve seen it, if they want it, am I really a bad guy for giving it to them?” He says as he lights the cigarette.
>”Yes, Lincoln. You are a bad guy, Christ almighty, you really are.”
>”I really didn’t want to hear that... think of it this way, you’re gonna have to answer a lot of ‘uncomfortable’ questions about Libby and me before they even think about believing you. Lori isn’t gonna be scot-free. Leni neither. And it’ll be my word against yours...”
>”Lincoln...” Luan says, her head is now in her hands, she sounds like she’s on the brink of tears.
>”Don’t worry, none of that has to-“
>”Are you an idiot?” Luan says peeking through her fingers. “Who do you think I am? There’s cameras all over this place. Most places actually. So, uh, take a seat, Linky.”