Nea's steps are slow, practiced, and quiet as she makes it back to the resort. Breaths as gentle as falling snow leave her, avoiding making any sound if possible. And yet, the moment she was back, and felt a sigh of relief sweep her, she stepped on a discarded soda can, wincing at it crunched and she looked over her shoulder. "Hey... Frank... I'm, uh... I'm back."
Between Trials || @karlssonkillings || Accepting
“And. Late.”He snorted in irritation, Leaning forward in his place on the couch as he tapped at the mask in his hands rhythmically. In truth, there truly was no real concept of time in this hellscape. However, it made little difference to the man whom based time off of his own patience and temper.
“Where the fuck where you.”“Are we just some kind of fucking hotel to you Karlsson?”“Think you can just walk in and out as you damn fucking please without telling us?”
“This isint your home Nea. It’s OURS.”He spat, referring to his beloved legion as he stood up from the couch and walked over. Getting in her face before taking a moment to look her over. His over all appearance softening somewhat as he groaned.
“You fucking stink..”“…. Susie collected a bunch of clean snow..”“Go melt it and take a fucking bath, we can talk about this later.”