Ever since he had come back from his own murder, there hadn’t been much that would really bring the behemoth down. However, there were certain memories, and while they were vague, they were enough to leave their own handprint on his heart.
In all honesty, in the past few days, he wouldn’t be lying if he said that he felt a little lonely. Why, he wondered? Was it because of that guy who left him? … In all honesty, the thought of someone leaving him without a goodbye was enough to bring his mood down, just a little. That was why, to cope before the mood got impossible to deal with without sleep, the behemoth would find himself in the kitchen.
… The kitchen floor, specifically. It was a time of day where hardly anyone was around, and so he found himself free to plop right down on the floor, eating his favorite ice cream straight from the tub. As he looked up, however, he noted the presence of… oh. Shit.
"… Lisa Lisa. This ain’t what it looks like."
Again with the ice cream? Dear lord. The last time he ate this much ice cream....Wasn't that moments before he died? If she remembered correctly, wasn't it his cause of death as well? A sigh sounded from the woman; closing her eyes as she held the bridge of her nose. How could her own son be so...senseless. Blue eyes revealed themselves once more as Lisa Lisa looked down towards the male.
"Joseph. Are y-..."
...His face. Something was up. She wasn't used to...well, this. The Joseph she knew was...annoying. And loud. Not one to sit and sulk. Seconds passed before Lisa Lisa gently moved aside one of the many ice cream containers with her heel. Slender fingers smoothed her skirt out as she joined him, slowly seating herself down directly across from her son.
"Whats wrong."









