[log] let's let knives do the talking [closed]

[hangfire]

Characters: Lutha and Vanitas
Location: Building 181
Date: Evening 198
Summary: Some children fight with a variety of sharp things.
Warnings: Blood, violence, character death

[BUILDING 181: A nondescript apartment with a nondescript bedroom, bathroom, living room, and kitchen, and an ancient, nondescript bloodstain that indicates someone was once dragged out the door, alive or dead.]

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[hangfire]

[It's not the first time he's been in this building, but Lutha still goes out of his way to avoid the staining on the floor, gingerly stepping over it as he makes a beeline for the living room. As much as common sense tells him to search the building first for supplies, his body still hasn't caught up from the exhaustion of three days ago, and the march to make it back to the tunnels as soon as possible hadn't been any easier than normal.

The hamper of rations is plopped neatly onto the floor, his violin following suit before Lutha fully teeters over facefirst onto the couch, letting out a tired groan into the cushions. As far as he figures, he's alone, for the first time in weeks. He's selfishly savoring it.]