Oct 31, 2016
@maya-deathmaster continuation to this:
The golden haired man found himself sitting on the bed abruptly at the loud bang, colour draining from his face, the movement dizzying yet not enough to make him lose focus. The grip on the phone was now painful.
“The hell is happening? What did you do?”
His usually singsong voice came out harsh, startled and accusing; even a tad breathless if one where to push it. He was half dressed before his brain could properly make the correct connections.
“Where are you?”
