[the shitty child stares back, jaw slightly jutted, something creepiy considering, measuring about the expression on his gaunt face. he's scared, but he should be more scared, probably. virtue of being an import with imported powers.
no virtue at all.]
Bedroom, [he says.] Big box with the freezer bags in it. [it's a small apartment; it won't be hard to find. sitting on the floor, beside the bed with the black sheets and very gay pinups nailed to the walls, nondescript men, their faces hidden abbreviated by the edges of the artwork or otherwise turned away, hidden from view. it's a nice room. the bed doesn't look slept in recently, if it ever was.]
hello I'm back!! if this is too old feel free to let it go
no virtue at all.]
Bedroom, [he says.] Big box with the freezer bags in it. [it's a small apartment; it won't be hard to find. sitting on the floor, beside the bed with the black sheets and very gay pinups nailed to the walls, nondescript men, their faces hidden abbreviated by the edges of the artwork or otherwise turned away, hidden from view. it's a nice room. the bed doesn't look slept in recently, if it ever was.]