Bones has had a long morning so far. He really just can't catch a break. They decided to relax in the suite they share with Vick and Elise for the afternoon. Or at least that was the plan.
Upon opening the suite door, Bones is faced with quite the scene. The suite is absolutely trashed. The walls have dents sprinkled about it. The dents are small, fist shaped, and barely indented. It seems each one was hit multiple times to make a mark. The vanity they use to do their makeup and get ready has gone to waste; mirror shattered and wooden table concave. The coat rack was misshapen and laid near said vanity, signaling it was used to break it. Some of Bones' products and lavender perfume was spilled in the mix. One of Elise's flamingo props is covered in little impact dots the size of a dart. It doesn't look like darts had been thrown, though. It seems more like someone got mad and stabbed it repeatedly with a dart for lack of any better weapons and/or victims.
In the corner of the room is Elise, curled up in a ball, back to the door, clutching it's other flamingo prop, and still. He's quaking slightly, breathing slowly and such. They’re not making any noise apart from breathing, however. It looks like he'd had a tantrum while nobody was watching.
[Bones takes a good look around the room. He's stunned at the corridor as he stares into the god awful mess that is now the suite. He takes a few steps in, tracing the wall with his hand. He halts suddenly and is just bewildered by what's going on.]
[It's been a long fucking morning, and this is the last thing he wanted to come back to. Everything of his was destroyed including his humidifier. His bewilderment quickly shifts to anger. He's absolutely fed up with today.]
🦴 # ゛What the fuck happened here? 𓏼
[He doesn't even notice Elise until after he speaks. His eyes lock onto the small figure. His expression reads nothing less than livid.]
🦴 # ゛What the fuck did you do? 𓏼
