...after selling the broom
After this, he walks upstairs.
Still green, and he's never hated the color so much as he hates it this moment. The door is easy enough to find and it is opened with an utter disregard for--
Well, just about anything you could mention.
It is closed with that same disregard, slammed, and he leans against it for a moment, catching his breath. Were there physical wounds for him to hold closed, perhaps the tight hold his arms have around him could so some good. As it is, however, it just means that he shakes a little harder.
Still green, and he's never hated the color so much as he hates it this moment. The door is easy enough to find and it is opened with an utter disregard for--
Well, just about anything you could mention.
It is closed with that same disregard, slammed, and he leans against it for a moment, catching his breath. Were there physical wounds for him to hold closed, perhaps the tight hold his arms have around him could so some good. As it is, however, it just means that he shakes a little harder.