Breathes in 7'4

Tragic.

I dunno man

He's messing with a box he found on his desk. He's debating whether or not he shoild open it.

He doesn't even glance at her, turning the box in his hands. "A box."

// English Do I speak it? Apparently not

A hand moves to grab the cup, setting it on the desk. "Because I don't know what's in it."

"I am aware of that." A small pause, shoulders shrugging. "Maybe. It doesn't say."

Blink blonk. "Obviously."

He's just going to open the box now. "Your words, not mine."

He didn't bother responding, more focused in the gift. Once opened, there was a note written in neat cursive. "Guess that rules out Shawn, and that's not Susie's writing. Any other guesses?"

Several loud cracks as he stretches.

"I crave violence. I'm too tired for that though. So, I'm just going to play the organ instead."

Emerging from the ink. Blink blonk. How long has it been /this/ time?

Sheep, sheep, sheep, it's time for sleep. Rest your head. It's time for bed. In the morning, you may wake. Or in the morning, you'll be dead.