#corpser.

[sabbatied]

@indeath

There was a cigarette in his mouth, pinched by an incisor as Corpser came up to the roof of the funeral home. Shacking the pack of cigarettes off to the side of Nour’s head, Corpser took the long way around before dropping down into his folding chair, carton tossed onto the cheap wooden table. 

“Did you hear about some bloodhunt in Prague?”