#greaterdesign

        “What did you, you do with the bodies?”

  Tobias has no excuse - the stranger, albeit full of teeth that seemed to be stained to the root with blood [and he’s sure that, occasionally, beneath the flesh he sees flashes of bone], had not caused any harm. Yet.    His approach shouldn’t have warranted an instinctive flail - bone knuckles catching onto mans jaw more through luck than skill. It’s not a hard hit. He’s quite sure that, nursing the hand to his chest, the hit caused more damage to himself than the grinning man. But he regrets it - and there are apologies spilling from his lips even before white fingers clamp to his throat. Despite the evident strength of the man - and the accompanying void encompassing his vision as panic and oxygen deprivation sink in, his own hands are still raised, still trying to claw his way out of the grasp.     His words become gasps, his flails more akin to latching onto the suit of the man, weakly holding on-- in the hopes that fingers might loosen from his throat should he last a few more seconds.                 

   He’s not saying anything - slender fingers instead rap against the surface of his table;     it was a beat that had managed to embed itself in his skull since the man had arrived. 

            “ This is AMUSING to you;                 A game, even? --------                 What’ll you do, then? “