The second voice is entirely unexpected, but compared to Bo's, it is a balm. Sunshine turns her head sharply towards the source, gaping at this… nerd? supplies her poor, ravaged mind, a little hysterically. A lot hysterically. But that isn't right. He might look like a nerd, but his shadows, they… glow.
But who is your friend, my dear? She hits the back of the wall again, hard enough to bruise (does it even matter if she bruises, though? She's already dead, it's just a matter of when). So… discourteous of him to interrupt our conversation.
And then he laughs.
When he had laughed in the warehouse, she had blacked out. Not a voluntary reaction. Now, for whatever reason, she can't, and the sound of it nearly drives her out of her mind. She wants to be out of her mind, anywhere but here, anything but this. She might be screaming, it's hard to be certain when all she can hear, when all there is, is that malicious laugh rattling around in her brain.
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But who is your friend, my dear? She hits the back of the wall again, hard enough to bruise (does it even matter if she bruises, though? She's already dead, it's just a matter of when). So… discourteous of him to interrupt our conversation.
And then he laughs.
When he had laughed in the warehouse, she had blacked out. Not a voluntary reaction. Now, for whatever reason, she can't, and the sound of it nearly drives her out of her mind. She wants to be out of her mind, anywhere but here, anything but this. She might be screaming, it's hard to be certain when all she can hear, when all there is, is that malicious laugh rattling around in her brain.