The Ó Mearas have the dubious honor of being legitimately loud enough to wake the dead.
That's not really hard, actually. Someone broke in...when? Once. It was a while ago. (About a decade ago, in fact.) There's still evidence of it in the back kitchen, where one of the windows needs to be replaced from being wrenched open, sending splinters everywhere that were hastily sweeped to the side and then forgotten.
They weren't seen then, when it turned out to be a runaway teenager hiding there for a few days, and they're not seen now, when a boy races through the bedroom they use as their own.
Frisk can't remember the last time they saw someone their age. Or...their age when they died, they suppose.
A cool wind follows him, the only sign he's not alone when he leaves.
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Date: 2017-04-01 10:23 pm (UTC)That's not really hard, actually. Someone broke in...when? Once. It was a while ago. (About a decade ago, in fact.) There's still evidence of it in the back kitchen, where one of the windows needs to be replaced from being wrenched open, sending splinters everywhere that were hastily sweeped to the side and then forgotten.
They weren't seen then, when it turned out to be a runaway teenager hiding there for a few days, and they're not seen now, when a boy races through the bedroom they use as their own.
Frisk can't remember the last time they saw someone their age. Or...their age when they died, they suppose.
A cool wind follows him, the only sign he's not alone when he leaves.