it was all his fault, really. for thinking anything would be different. for thinking Mother would be different. he wakes up with a start, mind still reeling, trying to figure out how he'll hide this one-- until he remembers where he is, and that none of the murders so far have had anything to do with him. small favors.
he doesn't leave his room until early evening, when he decides to continue skipping all basic needs and check out whatever new area the last deaths opened up. he feels like he ought to be happy when he finds the music room-- finally, something he can enjoy-- but... well, maybe some music will clear his head. it never has before, never like this, but there's a first time for everything, right?
he hunches over the piano keys, trying to focus on playing a relatively simple tune-- but, his hands shake far too much to get anything more than a few lines at a time. eventually his frustration peaks, and he slams his elbows down on the keys, head in his hands.
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it was all his fault, really. for thinking anything would be different. for thinking Mother would be different. he wakes up with a start, mind still reeling, trying to figure out how he'll hide this one-- until he remembers where he is, and that none of the murders so far have had anything to do with him. small favors.
he doesn't leave his room until early evening, when he decides to continue skipping all basic needs and check out whatever new area the last deaths opened up. he feels like he ought to be happy when he finds the music room-- finally, something he can enjoy-- but... well, maybe some music will clear his head. it never has before, never like this, but there's a first time for everything, right?
he hunches over the piano keys, trying to focus on playing a relatively simple tune-- but, his hands shake far too much to get anything more than a few lines at a time. eventually his frustration peaks, and he slams his elbows down on the keys, head in his hands.
how is he gonna get rid of her damned car?!]