Dirs stood invisibly in the center of a carpeted room, filled with tables littered with food, chairs littered with friends, and conversations littered with, well, plenty of regular whatnot.
What mattered now is Gregory was in the room, just stepping in from the front hall. Short, skinny, normal, except for the thing he had stolen.
Dirs pounced from the shadows, straight for Tiffany. Gregory stopped. Perfect.
He had her by the hand, which obviously meant no escape. Thoughts spun around his head. "I just want your attention, please. You're falling apart, and I want what is mine."
The music began.
this is a really interesting snapshot! there's so much going on :)
ReplyDeleteOoh. So many interesting characters!
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