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Unfortunate Shelter
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@fioletowyfacet. continued from here.
Porfirio stared down, smiling and shakily playing with his hair, and mumbled something under his breath. Or maybe it was supposed to be humming.
It would have looked like he was just a little hyper after drinking too much coffee, except he was wearing a bloody shirt, holding a bloody knife, and looking down at a bloody corpse on the bloody floor.
There was a moment before he acknowledged that there was another person in the room. Maybe it was for dramatic effect, or maybe it was because he hadn’t noticed for some reason. He didn’t bother to look up. He just gripped the knife a little tighter and kept grinning.
“H…hi.”
This was certainly not what he expected to see upon entering the room. The stench of blood hit him immediately, and he hesitated long enough to really take in what he was seeing. Dead (at least, he assumed dead) body, stained knife, messy clothes. Seemed he had just caught the tail-end of a murder. However, instead of what may consider a reasonable and more human response, he simply stepped far enough into the room to nudge the door most of the way closed behind himself with his foot.
“Well, I certainly never would’ve taken you for the type,” he said with an edge to his voice. Sounded a lot like snark. Because, clearly, the best course of action was to treat the murderer in the room with disrespect. He had something just bordering on a smirk on his face as he asked, “What the hell’d they do, huh?”
He seemed far too at ease given the situation. No reasonable person would stand and sneer at someone who’d just very clearly murdered someone else. They’d panic, and try to do something about it. Even if there wasn’t much to be done. But he hardly seemed to pay any mind to the body.
He was acting like this was a normal occurrence for him. Like it wasn’t a big deal that he’d just closed himself into a room with someone who had very clearly just killed someone. Or maybe he was just really good at hiding his actual response to the body and apparent killer above it. He certainly was good at pretending. Or maybe he was just stupid.
@fioletowyfacet || continued from here
A low chuckle at his honestly rather depressing words. Oh, he certainly couldn’t deny that. Living sucked, though he wasn’t going to agree out loud. His attention was turned in the direction of the mentioned skee ball machines soon after anyways with a low sigh accompanying the shift. “Those things aren’t always unclaimed,” he replied, a hint of annoyance in his voice. That, and there was only so many times he could play that before it got boring and repetitive. “Either way, what’s the harm in one simple question, huh? It’s not like I’m planning on killing you or anything.” He looked back towards Porfirio as he went on, mentally noting how he wouldn’t want to kill him even if he had the means and motive. Far too jumpy based on his reaction to what he saw as a pretty harmless question.
@fioletowyfacet || continued from here
“Don’t worry. It’s nothing personal,” he assured the other with an unusually calm smile given the circumstances. He was quiet for a moment, considering how he might explain this. An experiment? Curiosity? Ultimately, expression shifting to a smirk, he said, “Let’s call this... a test.” He couldn’t help a low chuckle at his own answer before shifting a half-step closer, pressing the knife just a little harder.
“Now, let’s really see what you think. Life or death? Pain or agony? Which’ll it be, Porfirio?”
Emelie didn’t know much of tools outside of knives, so when she noticed this very interesting device that has many things inside! Curiosity killed the cat, as they say, as the blonde kept close to get a better view.
<what’s that?>
@fioletowyfacet
"You need to tell the truth, huh? Wh-what's something you've never told anyone? Something embarrassing!"
"Tch... Fine. I once got so hungry that I tried to eat a large rock thinking it was an egg..."
He's holding a sign: "Now you know how it feels."
*squints and holds up a pair of scissors* "Oh no, I think you definitely need a trim, Porfeczku..."
🦄. . . //because of course
"I'm still not seeing it. Do you have some kind of proof for this?"