Three quiet knocks were the only warning before the storage closets door opened.
The homeowner simply muttered, setting a bowl of soup down next to the foreigner. He’d paused, staring at the scarring puncture wounds around the mans mouth, looking back at the hallway. Another pause.
Opening his mouth to speak, Aleksandr attempted to communicate the question ‘what do you need for your mouth?’, motioning to his mouth and pretending to clean and patch it up.
Wireface blinked, looking down at the bowl. He smiled. Giorgi couldn't remember the last time he'd eaten since this whole fiasco started. The foreigner was so enamoured with the food he nearly missed Aleksandr's question!
Giorgi paused, fiddling around with his hands helplessly. He'd heard and watched other houseguests for these things before; what were they called?? "Kzrm... khillers?/ Pain... killers?" Wireface tried, pointing to his mouth.