@ravensflutter
“no.” he tosses the item before moving on down the pile. “nope.” he tosses that too. “notta that one.” it’s a picture of some kids from probably twenty years ago. he moves down the pile muttering and mumbling about, not caring where the pictures end up. zeke’s making a mess and hes supposes he wants to. wants them to know someone’s been there, looking at their shit. it’s a big house, the manor, and he’s got plenty of rooms to go. he’s only just started on the living room when he hears footsteps behind him. he should be afraid but he’s not. he’s got more protection these days than fort knox. “don’t mind me. just looking for something.” it’s as ease as someone doing shopping, telling the worker they’ll get it without them.











