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[thanoodles]

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[inthecorners]

[ Seated in a corner, refusing to look at the wall and instead inspecting his nails absently.

Grumpy devil is really rather grumpy. ]

[forthismonster]

[ Looking at his wall. Lol. :) ]

[inthecorners]

[ There are only about five scatty looking photographs, all unclear in their subject matter - some are out of focus, some are dark, some seem like strange, abstract shapes. ]

There's nothing of interest there.

[forthismonster]

[ She picks up a random one, and, without looking over her shoulder, she speaks: ] This is all very psychopath-style.

[ Doesn't seem particularly bothered though. ]

[inthecorners]

[ Amraerya is scowling a bit, but he forces his face to relax. ]

I would elaborate, but my memory is rather hazy.

[ That is a bit of a lie. ]

[forthismonster]

[ She's silent for a while, putting the picture back to the wall. She crosses her arms and turns around, to him. ]

I didn't ask you to.

[ And, with that, she walks over her own wall. It's more images of scenery than actual people: quiet places. So she can't hear Their voices. There's also the monster, Dazvellos, but it's a shaky picture, he's with his back turned, but there's blood on his dangling female arms and hands, there's her brother's profile, a polaroid, and there's some other shaky picture of the hybrid, Minos. She frowns slightly, but doesn't say anything on it. ]

This place gives me the creeps.

[inthecorners]

Agreed. [ He throws a small glance to Nicola's wall, and his eyes particularly linger on the images of landscapes. He too likes quiet places, and the make the slightest of little smiles creep onto his face, but it quickly fades. ] Someone seems to have far too keen an interest in us.

[forthismonster]

Or someone just wanting to fuck us up.

[inthecorners]

That too. [ Smoothly and briskly rising, he finally wanders over to his wall, picking up the clearest of the photographs, which is still somewhat blurry and seemingly charred at the edges, of a somewhat frail looking woman and a shy, smiling child, his face half hidden against her shoulder. The woman is smiling, a small but warm smile. Amraerya gently takes it down from the wall, inspecting it closely. ]