Pity the child with no such weapons...
Freddie hasn't been downstairs in the past week or so, and now that he's decided to emerge, he's sitting in a chair somewhat isolated from the main areas people congregate, with a cup of coffee that's rapidly cooling and a photo album on his lap.
He'd finally gotten around to poking at the drawers in his room. Turns out, that was a mistake, for his mental stability, at least.
He'd finally gotten around to poking at the drawers in his room. Turns out, that was a mistake, for his mental stability, at least.