closed starter @theybleeds
“they didn’t need to call you.” quinton doesn’t need to turn around. he knows who it is from the echo of their footsteps filling the dingy basement. a blade is tucked between two soaked fingers, his gaze fixed on the body in front of him. barely breathing now. aside from the short, shallow hiccups escaping what used to be their mouth. it’s hard to tell now because, as always, he’s gotten carried away. a little too eager to inflict whatever punishment he sees fit. even if it means making a bloody mess of things.
“i am capable of cleaning up after myself unless…” his head finally turns, the permanent scowl he always seems to wear relaxing into something closer to realization. a bloody hand lifts to point in their direction. “are you here for something else?”
