@notadam: JUST LEAVE ME ALONE.
"rude," as if he's offended, but jd's tone is mildly chiding at best. "you should be grateful i walked in on this shit before some do-gooder suburbanite who would've run screaming."
he exhales a thin stream of smoke. walks closer, examining the mess. and what a mess it is. he's never seen a dead body before, except on tv. old westerns, mostly; cowboys firing blanks and pretending to fall dead right out of the shot, neat and clean as you please. this is... nothing like that. the human body has so much blood. they really don't get that right in the movies, he thinks distantly. someone should let those hollywood fellas know. there's a faint squishing sound when he walks closer -- boots on blood on carpet.
jd crouches to make eye contact. "now, i'm no detective, but i just don't know if they're going to buy self-defense for this, my friend."
