[There's not too many people they want to play meet and greet with. One or two, here and there. A child who smiles a little too much, a child who stole their face
And him.
He's the easiest to find; probably because, in his own way, he's just a little too predictable. A little too easy to needle; always needing to know what's still under his control.
They don't have to come to him. They just have to go to an abandoned apartment, and wait.
There's pictures on the walls. Colored in by three children. Every bedroom has a tiny flavor of personality to it, if you look hard enough. A dented bat, hidden between the mattress and bedside table. Some broken crayons. So flavorful.
It doesn't interest them at all.
No, no. They aren't in the bedrooms. They're in the kitchen, a pot bubbling away on the stove as they lean over it, stool beneath their feet. One wrong slip, and whoops. It won't be such a happy ending for them.
Fuck your dates I do what I want- wildcard
And him.
He's the easiest to find; probably because, in his own way, he's just a little too predictable. A little too easy to needle; always needing to know what's still under his control.
They don't have to come to him. They just have to go to an abandoned apartment, and wait.
There's pictures on the walls. Colored in by three children. Every bedroom has a tiny flavor of personality to it, if you look hard enough. A dented bat, hidden between the mattress and bedside table. Some broken crayons. So flavorful.
It doesn't interest them at all.
No, no. They aren't in the bedrooms. They're in the kitchen, a pot bubbling away on the stove as they lean over it, stool beneath their feet. One wrong slip, and whoops. It won't be such a happy ending for them.
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