After another fall from the cliff, Wesley made his way back into the manor. His hood pulled up over his features he noticed one of the guests standing not too far from him. “God what are you doing.” He mumbled to himself, imagining the other wouldn’t be able to hear him. “Imo’s gonna think it’s morbid but I swear if you don’t die with a lighter, I’m gonna snap.” His words careless as he walked around them, something he did more often than not despite being able to push through with ease. He still had some manners.








