with knuckles still halfheartedly tapping against the door, abel’s head tipped forward to rest his forehead beside it. the overall drabby look of his demeanor offset the small smile that graced his lips ; or at least abel had to hope as much. he couldn’t be so outwardly happy. “ ethan. ” in his usual air of dramatics, he spoke through the wood, “ my stomach’s literally deteriorated by at least half its size from the walk over here .. if you don’t open up this door in three seconds, i’m not even gonna have a stomach to fill. ” @bcrkes










