[He liked roaming the halls. Liked the newfound freedom, the extra juice that was his to begin with.
In the wake of it, when it's all over, it's gone again just as suddenly as he got it back. It frustrates, infuriates, itches along his spine, sets him on edge. So he keeps to himself for the first couple days. Holes up in his room until he feels like subjecting himself to them all again.
Except the girl comes to his door. Knocks like he's just like the rest of them, like he wouldn't have been happy to tear his way through all of them as easily as he had the things that had shown up. He's hungry by the time she shows up, sure, but that doesn't make him in any better of a mood.
He answers the door after the first couple knocks, stands in the doorway to stare down at her, lips quirking into a feral, unpleasant smirk.]
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Date: 2015-04-22 01:50 am (UTC)In the wake of it, when it's all over, it's gone again just as suddenly as he got it back. It frustrates, infuriates, itches along his spine, sets him on edge. So he keeps to himself for the first couple days. Holes up in his room until he feels like subjecting himself to them all again.
Except the girl comes to his door. Knocks like he's just like the rest of them, like he wouldn't have been happy to tear his way through all of them as easily as he had the things that had shown up. He's hungry by the time she shows up, sure, but that doesn't make him in any better of a mood.
He answers the door after the first couple knocks, stands in the doorway to stare down at her, lips quirking into a feral, unpleasant smirk.]
And what brings you to my door?