#whadda hell ... ur mind mutt. im sorry but ur mind (concerned)

[guttersniper]

@empiriical as tick said: you can look now.

vampires in the lemon grove.

a body is just a body. he can see the ever-slight rise and fall of the chest, and he closely watches it as it grows stiller and stiller. there have been worser sights seen. he can't even remember the first time he saw one -- bloated and mangled on the streets, probably. can't remember the first time he saw this happen, last inhale, exhale.

he's felt it underneath his own hands, chillingly, in a way that haunts him, in some way, even if they were going to hurt him or somebody else, yet it still manages draw a hard blink, dry and near-audible in the quiet, from the boy.

he spreads his shoulders away from how they’d unwittingly folded toward a thin chest -- as though he could somehow convince himself that he belongs if he insists upon it, as if by demanding room he could somehow drown out the voice that tells him he has no right to the space he inhabits.

" what're you going to do with -- " it. him. the body. his hesitance is so short, it is hardly noticeable to the untrained ear. a body is just a body, no need to be frightened of it, even in death. " what now? "