Lou

She watched Bubba interact with the hogs surprised that they weren't fussing while being patted while eating like some other animals she encountered do. As she was drawn by the clucking looking towards the screen door she saw the hen, causing her multicolored eyes to glimmer in awe. Mae was adorable that was for sure when the older Sawyer brother opened the door, watching the hen run straight up to her owner.

" Well she's a beaut' that's for sure. " She responded about the hen, as she glanced at Choptop a bit, before speaking out some. " Y'know I know how to make a good topical to put on that head wound of yours to reduce the irritation and itching you've got going on there. It sure as hell did help keep my brother from messing with his eye socket. " She stated out before she caught glimpse of a frog on the porch, walking over she knelt down picking it up, mostly getting off topic for a second due to her own issues and scattered mind. " Don't get these fellers big in Louisiana, unless you're hunting for them in bodies of water. "

As they spoke, the giant lumbered back toward them. Dark eyes stared at Lou, his face unreadable through the mask. With the heat of a Texas summer in full swing, his button down clung to his back, and he could feel the sweat under his mask. A bad texture, but there was no helping it. He glanced between his brother, and the stranger, standing awkwardly closer to his brother than Lou.

"Did ya get the eggs, too?" Choptop asked, partly as a reminder. Sometimes his little brother just needed to be reminded of things, so he didn't get sidetracked.

But Bubba nodded, and carefully pulled six eggs from his apron pocket. Still warm, they fit in his one hand easily. Breakfast would be plentiful tomorrow--which was good, as they had some big eaters in the family, plus guests.

"Hell yeah, heh, you ready to go inside?" A nod confirmed his question. "Ladies first, then." Choptop stood aside, and held the door open for first Lou, then Bubba following close behind her. His heavy breathing was right behind her now, as they filed into the house.

Beelining straight from the hall to the big metal door, Bubba pulled it open like it was nothing. The noise it made said otherwise. It was slammed behind him once again, and the two were left in the hall.

"Whoa, y'all got tunnels in Louisiana?" Choptop was saying in the hallway, his voice full of wonder. "What about the water? I heard if you dig next to a lake or something, you hit more water! My buddy in Nam said that, 'cause he's from Florida." As he continued to ramble right back at her. "Good kid--knew all kinds'a shit. One time he said if you get stung by a jellyfish, you gotta get someone to piss on you! Ha!" As he spoke, he gestured wildly with his hanger, still in his hands. "Ooh, come see the dining room," he interrupted himself suddenly, practically bouncing in place. "We just cleaned up, so--actually, wait here," he said, just as suddenly as before. They'd stopped just around the corner from the room. "Lemme move a few things, heh. It'll just take a sec!"

After leaving her in the in the hallway, Choptop hurried to the dining room. He'd forgotten to take down some of the most damning evidence! Grabbing blankets from the living room, he threw them over Nubbins, who sat propped up in one of the chairs. He collected all of the obviously human bones, and stashed them in the cabinets beneath the china case. Of course, most of the glass had been broken long ago, but they still used the shelves to keep the nice pieces. As well as other prized nick knacks -- a couple of well preserved fingers, a jar of tongues, and a drawing in the back. He smiled at it briefly, remembering when Bubba had given him the drawing for his eighteenth birthday. Good memories.

Pocketing the fingers, he glanced at the jar. It was inconveniently labeled "tongues," in Drayton's handwriting. After thinking for a moment, he looked around the room, until he spotted one of his permanent markers lying on the table. Perfect. In chicken scratch handwriting, he wrote "pig" in front of "tongues". Choptop thought he was surely a genius.

Hiding the objects, and doing a quick last scan, took a few minutes, but he eventually rushed back to Lou. "Hey! Thanks for waiting, right this way!" he said, in a mock service worker voice. With that, he turned on his heel and walked again into the dining room.

Though they had supposedly "just cleaned", the long table was still pretty cluttered. Candles, random pieces of silverware, glasses, and more, littered the eating space. One chair was now covered in a heap of three blankets. In another, sat a large trophy, reading "1975 MEAT FESTIVAL".

When Choptop glanced around again, his heart dropped into his balls. The face lampshade that his younger brother had made was still up. Shit. Shit--okay, he thought, he'll say it's rubber, and that Bubba had made it, too. But if she didn't notice it, maybe he could discreetly throw one of the blankets over it. But discretion was not his strong suit. He just had to wait and see.

As she relieved the scratching from her scalp area not minding hair sticking to the half mask she wore on her face she glanced around a bit before her attention was drawn back to Choptop as he let her into the kitchen now. Observing her surroundings a bit well some poor excuse of hiding certain things but didn't really feel like pointing it out as she spoke out.

"Alright alright, I wanna hear about the meat pit later for sure, but--I'm dying to know!" he said, almost sounding excited. "What's uh, heh, what's up with..." Choptop gestured at his own face, in the vague area as hers. Then a devilish grin took his face. "Heheh... I'll show you mine, if you show me yours!" After laughing at his own joke, he yanked his wig off. Though it probably came across as quite manic, well--it frankly was.

Bouncing on the balls of his feet, Choptop knew his head was a usually quite shocking to most folks. He found the recoil hilarious.

Now bare of the terrible wig, his scalp sported a large, open wound. The edges of his skin had been burned and picked at, revealing a large metal plate. It was dented slightly, and scratched up, by his idiot younger brother, but Choptop was proud of it.

She paused momentarily, debating to take off that prosthetic face part or not before knowing it had to come off in order for it to be fixed and cooled off. She reached up taking the partial hair piece off revealing her own burnt and scarred over scalp, her wax mask that had cosmetics on it to make look more natural followed after. Her face was terribly scarred over on this side, eyelid missing from her brown eye along with her lips on that side of her face. To the part point of her own nose being gone.

Lou responded a bit listening to the other ramble as she was trying to repair the wax on the mask like her elder brother showed her moving the hair piece and trying to fix it.

The cryptic explanation had him giggling again. "Now, heh--I know I'm s'posed to ask about the incident. But but--we need to get that cleaned up or it'll get heat rash. Bubba's got a kit, come on!" In an almost mothering way, he ushered her or of the dining room, and into the hall once more.

There was a sharp knock on Bubba's door. Having a moment to change clothes, and process the day, had been good for him, but he still scowled at the noise. The door was pulled open quickly, making his brother jump. Staring down at them, he said nothing.

"Heheh, hey Bubs," Choptop greeted, seeing his brother's annoyance in being interrupted. "You still got that first aid kit I gave you?"

Though looking at him questioningly, Bubba nodded.

She watched Bubba interact with the hogs surprised that they weren't fussing while being patted while eating like some other animals she encountered do. As she was drawn by the clucking looking towards the screen door she saw the hen, causing her multicolored eyes to glimmer in awe. Mae was adorable that was for sure when the older Sawyer brother opened the door, watching the hen run straight up to her owner.

" Well she's a beaut' that's for sure. " She responded about the hen, as she glanced at Choptop a bit, before speaking out some. " Y'know I know how to make a good topical to put on that head wound of yours to reduce the irritation and itching you've got going on there. It sure as hell did help keep my brother from messing with his eye socket. " She stated out before she caught glimpse of a frog on the porch, walking over she knelt down picking it up, mostly getting off topic for a second due to her own issues and scattered mind. " Don't get these fellers big in Louisiana, unless you're hunting for them in bodies of water. "

As they spoke, the giant lumbered back toward them. Dark eyes stared at Lou, his face unreadable through the mask. With the heat of a Texas summer in full swing, his button down clung to his back, and he could feel the sweat under his mask. A bad texture, but there was no helping it. He glanced between his brother, and the stranger, standing awkwardly closer to his brother than Lou.

"Did ya get the eggs, too?" Choptop asked, partly as a reminder. Sometimes his little brother just needed to be reminded of things, so he didn't get sidetracked.

But Bubba nodded, and carefully pulled six eggs from his apron pocket. Still warm, they fit in his one hand easily. Breakfast would be plentiful tomorrow--which was good, as they had some big eaters in the family, plus guests.

"Hell yeah, heh, you ready to go inside?" A nod confirmed his question. "Ladies first, then." Choptop stood aside, and held the door open for first Lou, then Bubba following close behind her. His heavy breathing was right behind her now, as they filed into the house.

Beelining straight from the hall to the big metal door, Bubba pulled it open like it was nothing. The noise it made said otherwise. It was slammed behind him once again, and the two were left in the hall.

"Whoa, y'all got tunnels in Louisiana?" Choptop was saying in the hallway, his voice full of wonder. "What about the water? I heard if you dig next to a lake or something, you hit more water! My buddy in Nam said that, 'cause he's from Florida." As he continued to ramble right back at her. "Good kid--knew all kinds'a shit. One time he said if you get stung by a jellyfish, you gotta get someone to piss on you! Ha!" As he spoke, he gestured wildly with his hanger, still in his hands. "Ooh, come see the dining room," he interrupted himself suddenly, practically bouncing in place. "We just cleaned up, so--actually, wait here," he said, just as suddenly as before. They'd stopped just around the corner from the room. "Lemme move a few things, heh. It'll just take a sec!"

After leaving her in the in the hallway, Choptop hurried to the dining room. He'd forgotten to take down some of the most damning evidence! Grabbing blankets from the living room, he threw them over Nubbins, who sat propped up in one of the chairs. He collected all of the obviously human bones, and stashed them in the cabinets beneath the china case. Of course, most of the glass had been broken long ago, but they still used the shelves to keep the nice pieces. As well as other prized nick knacks -- a couple of well preserved fingers, a jar of tongues, and a drawing in the back. He smiled at it briefly, remembering when Bubba had given him the drawing for his eighteenth birthday. Good memories.

Pocketing the fingers, he glanced at the jar. It was inconveniently labeled "tongues," in Drayton's handwriting. After thinking for a moment, he looked around the room, until he spotted one of his permanent markers lying on the table. Perfect. In chicken scratch handwriting, he wrote "pig" in front of "tongues". Choptop thought he was surely a genius.

Hiding the objects, and doing a quick last scan, took a few minutes, but he eventually rushed back to Lou. "Hey! Thanks for waiting, right this way!" he said, in a mock service worker voice. With that, he turned on his heel and walked again into the dining room.

Though they had supposedly "just cleaned", the long table was still pretty cluttered. Candles, random pieces of silverware, glasses, and more, littered the eating space. One chair was now covered in a heap of three blankets. In another, sat a large trophy, reading "1975 MEAT FESTIVAL".

When Choptop glanced around again, his heart dropped into his balls. The face lampshade that his younger brother had made was still up. Shit. Shit--okay, he thought, he'll say it's rubber, and that Bubba had made it, too. But if she didn't notice it, maybe he could discreetly throw one of the blankets over it. But discretion was not his strong suit. He just had to wait and see.

As she relieved the scratching from her scalp area not minding hair sticking to the half mask she wore on her face she glanced around a bit before her attention was drawn back to Choptop as he let her into the kitchen now. Observing her surroundings a bit well some poor excuse of hiding certain things but didn't really feel like pointing it out as she spoke out.

"Alright alright, I wanna hear about the meat pit later for sure, but--I'm dying to know!" he said, almost sounding excited. "What's uh, heh, what's up with..." Choptop gestured at his own face, in the vague area as hers. Then a devilish grin took his face. "Heheh... I'll show you mine, if you show me yours!" After laughing at his own joke, he yanked his wig off. Though it probably came across as quite manic, well--it frankly was.

Bouncing on the balls of his feet, Choptop knew his head was a usually quite shocking to most folks. He found the recoil hilarious.

Now bare of the terrible wig, his scalp sported a large, open wound. The edges of his skin had been burned and picked at, revealing a large metal plate. It was dented slightly, and scratched up, by his idiot younger brother, but Choptop was proud of it.

She paused momentarily, debating to take off that prosthetic face part or not before knowing it had to come off in order for it to be fixed and cooled off. She reached up taking the partial hair piece off revealing her own burnt and scarred over scalp, her wax mask that had cosmetics on it to make look more natural followed after. Her face was terribly scarred over on this side, eyelid missing from her brown eye along with her lips on that side of her face. To the part point of her own nose being gone.

Lou responded a bit listening to the other ramble as she was trying to repair the wax on the mask like her elder brother showed her moving the hair piece and trying to fix it.

The cryptic explanation had him giggling again. "Now, heh--I know I'm s'posed to ask about the incident. But but--we need to get that cleaned up or it'll get heat rash. Bubba's got a kit, come on!" In an almost mothering way, he ushered her or of the dining room, and into the hall once more.

There was a sharp knock on Bubba's door. Having a moment to change clothes, and process the day, had been good for him, but he still scowled at the noise. The door was pulled open quickly, making his brother jump. Staring down at them, he said nothing.

"Heheh, hey Bubs," Choptop greeted, seeing his brother's annoyance in being interrupted. "You still got that first aid kit I gave you?"

Though looking at him questioningly, Bubba nodded.

She watched Bubba interact with the hogs surprised that they weren't fussing while being patted while eating like some other animals she encountered do. As she was drawn by the clucking looking towards the screen door she saw the hen, causing her multicolored eyes to glimmer in awe. Mae was adorable that was for sure when the older Sawyer brother opened the door, watching the hen run straight up to her owner.

" Well she's a beaut' that's for sure. " She responded about the hen, as she glanced at Choptop a bit, before speaking out some. " Y'know I know how to make a good topical to put on that head wound of yours to reduce the irritation and itching you've got going on there. It sure as hell did help keep my brother from messing with his eye socket. " She stated out before she caught glimpse of a frog on the porch, walking over she knelt down picking it up, mostly getting off topic for a second due to her own issues and scattered mind. " Don't get these fellers big in Louisiana, unless you're hunting for them in bodies of water. "

As they spoke, the giant lumbered back toward them. Dark eyes stared at Lou, his face unreadable through the mask. With the heat of a Texas summer in full swing, his button down clung to his back, and he could feel the sweat under his mask. A bad texture, but there was no helping it. He glanced between his brother, and the stranger, standing awkwardly closer to his brother than Lou.

"Did ya get the eggs, too?" Choptop asked, partly as a reminder. Sometimes his little brother just needed to be reminded of things, so he didn't get sidetracked.

But Bubba nodded, and carefully pulled six eggs from his apron pocket. Still warm, they fit in his one hand easily. Breakfast would be plentiful tomorrow--which was good, as they had some big eaters in the family, plus guests.

"Hell yeah, heh, you ready to go inside?" A nod confirmed his question. "Ladies first, then." Choptop stood aside, and held the door open for first Lou, then Bubba following close behind her. His heavy breathing was right behind her now, as they filed into the house.

Beelining straight from the hall to the big metal door, Bubba pulled it open like it was nothing. The noise it made said otherwise. It was slammed behind him once again, and the two were left in the hall.

"Whoa, y'all got tunnels in Louisiana?" Choptop was saying in the hallway, his voice full of wonder. "What about the water? I heard if you dig next to a lake or something, you hit more water! My buddy in Nam said that, 'cause he's from Florida." As he continued to ramble right back at her. "Good kid--knew all kinds'a shit. One time he said if you get stung by a jellyfish, you gotta get someone to piss on you! Ha!" As he spoke, he gestured wildly with his hanger, still in his hands. "Ooh, come see the dining room," he interrupted himself suddenly, practically bouncing in place. "We just cleaned up, so--actually, wait here," he said, just as suddenly as before. They'd stopped just around the corner from the room. "Lemme move a few things, heh. It'll just take a sec!"

After leaving her in the in the hallway, Choptop hurried to the dining room. He'd forgotten to take down some of the most damning evidence! Grabbing blankets from the living room, he threw them over Nubbins, who sat propped up in one of the chairs. He collected all of the obviously human bones, and stashed them in the cabinets beneath the china case. Of course, most of the glass had been broken long ago, but they still used the shelves to keep the nice pieces. As well as other prized nick knacks -- a couple of well preserved fingers, a jar of tongues, and a drawing in the back. He smiled at it briefly, remembering when Bubba had given him the drawing for his eighteenth birthday. Good memories.

Pocketing the fingers, he glanced at the jar. It was inconveniently labeled "tongues," in Drayton's handwriting. After thinking for a moment, he looked around the room, until he spotted one of his permanent markers lying on the table. Perfect. In chicken scratch handwriting, he wrote "pig" in front of "tongues". Choptop thought he was surely a genius.

Hiding the objects, and doing a quick last scan, took a few minutes, but he eventually rushed back to Lou. "Hey! Thanks for waiting, right this way!" he said, in a mock service worker voice. With that, he turned on his heel and walked again into the dining room.

Though they had supposedly "just cleaned", the long table was still pretty cluttered. Candles, random pieces of silverware, glasses, and more, littered the eating space. One chair was now covered in a heap of three blankets. In another, sat a large trophy, reading "1975 MEAT FESTIVAL".

When Choptop glanced around again, his heart dropped into his balls. The face lampshade that his younger brother had made was still up. Shit. Shit--okay, he thought, he'll say it's rubber, and that Bubba had made it, too. But if she didn't notice it, maybe he could discreetly throw one of the blankets over it. But discretion was not his strong suit. He just had to wait and see.

As she relieved the scratching from her scalp area not minding hair sticking to the half mask she wore on her face she glanced around a bit before her attention was drawn back to Choptop as he let her into the kitchen now. Observing her surroundings a bit well some poor excuse of hiding certain things but didn't really feel like pointing it out as she spoke out.

"Alright alright, I wanna hear about the meat pit later for sure, but--I'm dying to know!" he said, almost sounding excited. "What's uh, heh, what's up with..." Choptop gestured at his own face, in the vague area as hers. Then a devilish grin took his face. "Heheh... I'll show you mine, if you show me yours!" After laughing at his own joke, he yanked his wig off. Though it probably came across as quite manic, well--it frankly was.

Bouncing on the balls of his feet, Choptop knew his head was a usually quite shocking to most folks. He found the recoil hilarious.

Now bare of the terrible wig, his scalp sported a large, open wound. The edges of his skin had been burned and picked at, revealing a large metal plate. It was dented slightly, and scratched up, by his idiot younger brother, but Choptop was proud of it.

She paused momentarily, debating to take off that prosthetic face part or not before knowing it had to come off in order for it to be fixed and cooled off. She reached up taking the partial hair piece off revealing her own burnt and scarred over scalp, her wax mask that had cosmetics on it to make look more natural followed after. Her face was terribly scarred over on this side, eyelid missing from her brown eye along with her lips on that side of her face. To the part point of her own nose being gone.

Lou responded a bit listening to the other ramble as she was trying to repair the wax on the mask like her elder brother showed her moving the hair piece and trying to fix it.

The cryptic explanation had him giggling again. "Now, heh--I know I'm s'posed to ask about the incident. But but--we need to get that cleaned up or it'll get heat rash. Bubba's got a kit, come on!" In an almost mothering way, he ushered her or of the dining room, and into the hall once more.

There was a sharp knock on Bubba's door. Having a moment to change clothes, and process the day, had been good for him, but he still scowled at the noise. The door was pulled open quickly, making his brother jump. Staring down at them, he said nothing.

"Heheh, hey Bubs," Choptop greeted, seeing his brother's annoyance in being interrupted. "You still got that first aid kit I gave you?"

Though looking at him questioningly, Bubba nodded.

" Merry Christmas Tex. "

!!! 🥺 awe!! Thank yah so much lou!!!

Tex give lou a big hug.

I got ya a little gift as well!!!

Tex handed lou a bit box.

Awe thanks Tex, I ain't gonna shake it.

" Merry Christmas Tex. "

!!! 🥺 awe!! Thank yah so much lou!!!

Tex give lou a big hug.

I got ya a little gift as well!!!

Tex handed lou a bit box.

Awe thanks Tex, I ain't gonna shake it.

She watched Bubba interact with the hogs surprised that they weren't fussing while being patted while eating like some other animals she encountered do. As she was drawn by the clucking looking towards the screen door she saw the hen, causing her multicolored eyes to glimmer in awe. Mae was adorable that was for sure when the older Sawyer brother opened the door, watching the hen run straight up to her owner.

" Well she's a beaut' that's for sure. " She responded about the hen, as she glanced at Choptop a bit, before speaking out some. " Y'know I know how to make a good topical to put on that head wound of yours to reduce the irritation and itching you've got going on there. It sure as hell did help keep my brother from messing with his eye socket. " She stated out before she caught glimpse of a frog on the porch, walking over she knelt down picking it up, mostly getting off topic for a second due to her own issues and scattered mind. " Don't get these fellers big in Louisiana, unless you're hunting for them in bodies of water. "

As they spoke, the giant lumbered back toward them. Dark eyes stared at Lou, his face unreadable through the mask. With the heat of a Texas summer in full swing, his button down clung to his back, and he could feel the sweat under his mask. A bad texture, but there was no helping it. He glanced between his brother, and the stranger, standing awkwardly closer to his brother than Lou.

"Did ya get the eggs, too?" Choptop asked, partly as a reminder. Sometimes his little brother just needed to be reminded of things, so he didn't get sidetracked.

But Bubba nodded, and carefully pulled six eggs from his apron pocket. Still warm, they fit in his one hand easily. Breakfast would be plentiful tomorrow--which was good, as they had some big eaters in the family, plus guests.

"Hell yeah, heh, you ready to go inside?" A nod confirmed his question. "Ladies first, then." Choptop stood aside, and held the door open for first Lou, then Bubba following close behind her. His heavy breathing was right behind her now, as they filed into the house.

Beelining straight from the hall to the big metal door, Bubba pulled it open like it was nothing. The noise it made said otherwise. It was slammed behind him once again, and the two were left in the hall.

"Whoa, y'all got tunnels in Louisiana?" Choptop was saying in the hallway, his voice full of wonder. "What about the water? I heard if you dig next to a lake or something, you hit more water! My buddy in Nam said that, 'cause he's from Florida." As he continued to ramble right back at her. "Good kid--knew all kinds'a shit. One time he said if you get stung by a jellyfish, you gotta get someone to piss on you! Ha!" As he spoke, he gestured wildly with his hanger, still in his hands. "Ooh, come see the dining room," he interrupted himself suddenly, practically bouncing in place. "We just cleaned up, so--actually, wait here," he said, just as suddenly as before. They'd stopped just around the corner from the room. "Lemme move a few things, heh. It'll just take a sec!"

After leaving her in the in the hallway, Choptop hurried to the dining room. He'd forgotten to take down some of the most damning evidence! Grabbing blankets from the living room, he threw them over Nubbins, who sat propped up in one of the chairs. He collected all of the obviously human bones, and stashed them in the cabinets beneath the china case. Of course, most of the glass had been broken long ago, but they still used the shelves to keep the nice pieces. As well as other prized nick knacks -- a couple of well preserved fingers, a jar of tongues, and a drawing in the back. He smiled at it briefly, remembering when Bubba had given him the drawing for his eighteenth birthday. Good memories.

Pocketing the fingers, he glanced at the jar. It was inconveniently labeled "tongues," in Drayton's handwriting. After thinking for a moment, he looked around the room, until he spotted one of his permanent markers lying on the table. Perfect. In chicken scratch handwriting, he wrote "pig" in front of "tongues". Choptop thought he was surely a genius.

Hiding the objects, and doing a quick last scan, took a few minutes, but he eventually rushed back to Lou. "Hey! Thanks for waiting, right this way!" he said, in a mock service worker voice. With that, he turned on his heel and walked again into the dining room.

Though they had supposedly "just cleaned", the long table was still pretty cluttered. Candles, random pieces of silverware, glasses, and more, littered the eating space. One chair was now covered in a heap of three blankets. In another, sat a large trophy, reading "1975 MEAT FESTIVAL".

When Choptop glanced around again, his heart dropped into his balls. The face lampshade that his younger brother had made was still up. Shit. Shit--okay, he thought, he'll say it's rubber, and that Bubba had made it, too. But if she didn't notice it, maybe he could discreetly throw one of the blankets over it. But discretion was not his strong suit. He just had to wait and see.

As she relieved the scratching from her scalp area not minding hair sticking to the half mask she wore on her face she glanced around a bit before her attention was drawn back to Choptop as he let her into the kitchen now. Observing her surroundings a bit well some poor excuse of hiding certain things but didn't really feel like pointing it out as she spoke out.

"Alright alright, I wanna hear about the meat pit later for sure, but--I'm dying to know!" he said, almost sounding excited. "What's uh, heh, what's up with..." Choptop gestured at his own face, in the vague area as hers. Then a devilish grin took his face. "Heheh... I'll show you mine, if you show me yours!" After laughing at his own joke, he yanked his wig off. Though it probably came across as quite manic, well--it frankly was.

Bouncing on the balls of his feet, Choptop knew his head was a usually quite shocking to most folks. He found the recoil hilarious.

Now bare of the terrible wig, his scalp sported a large, open wound. The edges of his skin had been burned and picked at, revealing a large metal plate. It was dented slightly, and scratched up, by his idiot younger brother, but Choptop was proud of it.

She paused momentarily, debating to take off that prosthetic face part or not before knowing it had to come off in order for it to be fixed and cooled off. She reached up taking the partial hair piece off revealing her own burnt and scarred over scalp, her wax mask that had cosmetics on it to make look more natural followed after. Her face was terribly scarred over on this side, eyelid missing from her brown eye along with her lips on that side of her face. To the part point of her own nose being gone.

Lou responded a bit listening to the other ramble as she was trying to repair the wax on the mask like her elder brother showed her moving the hair piece and trying to fix it.

That's what you are sir, you gotta accept it.