#>para

[nabiseo]

the soft expression of only a few moments ago have evaporated, not that it would have ever stayed long. it was either a staring problem or it was as if her head was transparent and the strange waiter, barista, or maybe owner (whatever purpose he had in the cafe) was fascinated by an object two inches behind her skull. still, whether it was at her, it was enough to set her edging out of harms way. however non-existent. she looked left, right, and then behind as is customary. she grimaced, tried to go about her business of finishing a plate of a frankly very delightful dessert but couldn't shake off the feeling of being stared at. she held his gaze and cracked a joke at first. "what do i get for winning this contest?" she said, referring to the gesture, or non-gesture, that she had been reading way into. there was a chuckle on her end, albeit forced. then there was silence. crickets. it was apparent that her words went over deaf ears. fed up, she finally stood up. walking toward the man whose attention was distrait, she spoke with her voice raised.

"what the fuck is your deal?" @faewarn

[nabiseo]

at the starting line with @urianius.

"how the hell are you into this shit?" she said in a scoff, followed by a hearty laugh as she gave a glance at him before quickly looking back on the images laid in front of her. she sluggishly flipped the pages of files, listless through the chunks of words and only really paying attention whenever a photograph would come in sight.

"what happened to this one?" she said, singling out an article clipping. "that's fucking sick," she muttered lowly, in fascination rather than disgust. by the time that she had gotten up from her slacked position on her seat, she had already thought up all the ways that the mystery could be solved, or even how their rotting corpse could have sat for a while before it was found; their body laying like a ghoulish mannequin. the smell... the kind that could only ever come out from recently slaughtered... animals. the blood thickening on their pale, waxy skin.

thinking of it all sent chills down her spine. she shot up and vigorously shook changmin by the shoulders. "hey, don't you talk to your corpses? do they ever answer back?" she shook her head, brushing off the idea and realizing how silly that sounded out loud. even he himself probably have never had any strange encounters like that, whatever strange meant to him considering his field of work. "i mean, do you ever see cases that seem so odd and covered up? because this doesn't seem like an accident. look at the neck!" she exclaimed, "and the arms!!!" she continued, pointing frantically at the photograph from the morgue files.