Cassandra Jefferson (
candysgirl) wrote in
sixwordstories2016-08-14 05:50 pm
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What happened was not my fault.
Which bit of it? Or do you mean, ah, everything?
*He sighs and tries to wipe a bit of blood from his cheek.* I was hungry. He wasn't a very nice fellow in any case, so don't feel bad for him.
*He takes it and thanks her, then starts to wash his mouth and hand clean.* Was he after you in particular, do you think, or just a generally terrible person?
Mmm, yes. I've noticed that.
I suppose you have no desire to eat with me. *He sighs and starts to pack up the cuts of meat he's taken.*
I suppose you have no desire to eat with me. *He sighs and starts to pack up the cuts of meat he's taken.*
I'll wind up making a mess again, though. Unless there's somewhere around here that I could, ah, cook?
As long as you don't mind, that would be lovely. Thank you.
I'm sure you will, but at least you're letting me in. *He starts making himself some food.*
You're such a kind girl. You deserve a better family than the one you had.
*After a bit he puts his food in the oven and sits down.*
*After a bit he puts his food in the oven and sits down.*
Are you sure she's actually dead? Not to sound like a crazy person but if she's not dead-dead... it could be a problem.

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