[Action Post] You see, what had happened was... :I
[Just as hastily as his blog was typed up Loto went in search of the doll and the Hotwheel. Getting on his hands and knees he leaned his face lower to the ground to check near the couch, doing his best not to disturb Emi during her telenovela hour, o-or hours (How long has she been on the couch today??) Sure enough it was down there as he carefully reached to grab a hand full of dust bunnies as well as the tiny car. The doll of course was a whole other matter, he could have tossed the thing anywhere but luckily a quick search through his rucksack after first scurrying around the apartment like a chicken with its head cut off proved to bear fruit as the doll laid under his shaving kit. And with that he quickly threw on his parkha and scarf and went out the front door and downstairs behind the apartment complex...
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A pair of Halloween Dr. Horrible goggles obscured his vision of the controlled blaze, an ominous glow reflecting upon the boy as the effigy slowly began to char and emit a fowl smell; its tiny wire glasses frames warping with the rising flames. The unorthadox scent of burning metal, plastic, and miscellaneous gypsy fibers caused Loto to seek refuge from the fumes beneath his scarf.
For a moment he thinks that with this he is free, that he could walk away from the whole ordeal unscathed, but something weighed heavily upon him. Jared.
Jared was the one who got hurt, he was the one who suffered from this the most, and now Emi seemed depressed as well even though she was moving in with them soon. The guilt was eating away at him, and all he could show for his actions were melted toys and cinders that represented Jared.
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W-wait.
"C-crap!!"
Scooping up as much snow as he could Loto threw it at the tiny bonfire in hopes to douse the flames. Maybe he was a bit too hasty on how to get rid of the evidence, cause if Jared wakes up with burn marks tomorrow Loto was gonna be in deep sh*t...
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A pair of Halloween Dr. Horrible goggles obscured his vision of the controlled blaze, an ominous glow reflecting upon the boy as the effigy slowly began to char and emit a fowl smell; its tiny wire glasses frames warping with the rising flames. The unorthadox scent of burning metal, plastic, and miscellaneous gypsy fibers caused Loto to seek refuge from the fumes beneath his scarf.
For a moment he thinks that with this he is free, that he could walk away from the whole ordeal unscathed, but something weighed heavily upon him. Jared.
Jared was the one who got hurt, he was the one who suffered from this the most, and now Emi seemed depressed as well even though she was moving in with them soon. The guilt was eating away at him, and all he could show for his actions were melted toys and cinders that represented Jared.
...
W-wait.
"C-crap!!"
Scooping up as much snow as he could Loto threw it at the tiny bonfire in hopes to douse the flames. Maybe he was a bit too hasty on how to get rid of the evidence, cause if Jared wakes up with burn marks tomorrow Loto was gonna be in deep sh*t...