Fenna had been wandering about the new car in the initial stages of exploration, fresh from the uncomfortable revelations in the mail room. In the end, she’d finally chosen to read her letter instead of write one, and… well, it wasn’t really anyone’s problem but her own. Don’t worry about it! Anyone paying attention to her, though, might have noticed her swiping a drink from the flask in her purse as she paced through the non-euclidean store, mindlessly following the arrows on the floor.
After leading her through bedrooms, offices, lobbies, dining rooms, and a small apartment that looked suspiciously familiar, the arrows had led her to a showroom with furniture noticeably more expensive than the surroundings. Fenna had married rich, sure, but this was a level of wealth she’d never seen in person… That’s when she heard a loud thud and a furious yell.
“Whoa! What the hell?”
She rounded the corner to find… that red-headed boy. It wasn’t hard to draw the connection between the bloody fist, the hole in the wall, and the searing rage that had led him to assault their captor. Jesus, this kid’s got some problems– if only she knew the trouble he was about to get into with a certain game designer. She can’t just let him lie there, though, even if her presence does seem to upset him.
At least this wound was far smaller than the one on his shoulder, but what was there to bandage it with? Her first instinct was to remove her feather boa to wipe off the blood, but it didn’t do much more than get her own hands dirty. She’s not drunk enough for anyone to notice, but it does take her a second to realize what she’s done.
“F*ck, that was stupid. What the hell am I doin’?”
Judging by the damage that had been done already, Abel probably didn’t care about the integrity of this display, so it was time for some vandalization. She grabbed a pillow and started pulling the case off of it, intending to use it to wipe off the blood properly and assess the damage…
