Calling the Crazies || Nassor and Vincent
Vincent was sit-sit-sitting by the window, his favorite spot, yes yes! Humming something to himself, not sure what it was, maybe he’d heard it from the radio? Didn’t matter, it was stuck in his head, didn’t want to come un-stuck. In his fingers he played with the teeth, not his teeth, teeth he’d stolen from someone else. Had a very nice set of molars! Nassor didn’t want him to take them all, so Vincent had taken just tone, just one. He turned around fast when the door opened, but smiled. “Hello-o! Windy today.”













