Cara tilted her head to examine the object before her, her brows furrowed in confusion. Still unable to register the object, she broke and asked, “Sorry, what is it exactly?”
Braison waited for her reaction as he chewed on his bottom lip impatiently. since all he had to do was focus on the bar as of late, he figured he’d put all his effort into it by making various halloween props. he let out a small sigh and picked it up. “it was supposed to be a severed finger.. m’trying to find something to put in the drinks. to make them look more scary but it just looks like a little kid got too crazy with red paint and clay, huh?” at this point he knew his cheeks were a rosy color.

















