My hella-tasty candy blood. Jesus, that will never not be creepy.
[It comes out in a low mumble behind his hand as he swipes it over his face. He glances in the direction of her pile, but instead of sitting down he just slowly trails after her down the hall.]
action;
[It comes out in a low mumble behind his hand as he swipes it over his face. He glances in the direction of her pile, but instead of sitting down he just slowly trails after her down the hall.]
Something for a killer headache.