On Vash's hand, incoherently scribbled in sharpie, was an address.
This party would be his escape. Paper clenched tight in his hands, his eyes scoured the jumbled bodies.
He just needed a new roommate, preferably a lone-wolf.
But boy, did that ge...
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"Alright, guys." A deep voice cut through the thick of a device. A racket could be heard in the back as a phone was adjusted. "Here's the deal."
On the screen, flashes of comments could be seen, a high number view count being showcased in the corner. There were a few emoji's and such that would pop up as well, a "live" housed in the opposite corner of the view count.
"My brother decided to do this ghost hunt with his, I guess, friends, I should say, so I took matters into my own hands. And for your information, I own these apartments, so everything done is perfectly legal." A very brief pause, "I think." The man picked up his cat as he carefully adjusted the ring light he had taken so much time to set up. It was important to him that he looked presentable. "Say hello, Tupperware."
In response, the cat chirped, pushing a paw against his face before scrambling out of his hold. The man blinked, looking offended, before sighing and turning back to the live feed. His cat was just like his brother. A few more comments appeared, his eyes carefully lingering over each one, a hum escaping his throat at one question.
"Knives, drop the skincare routine," he repeated the words out loud, his lips fighting back a smirk. "That'll be for another live, knives_number1_blue_haired_fan." He reached out, grasping the phone in his hand again, removing it from his stand. "For now, I have another trick that I plan to..." He moved about his apartment, seemingly looking for something before a sudden look of realization crossed his features.
His actions stalled. In the background, screams could be heard, but Knives couldn't be bothered to enjoy them in that moment, as much as he really wished to. "Okay, scratch whatever I was just saying, I left my keys in the apartment." A spur of comments surged, but he didn't bother reading them, his hand pressed against his face in contemplation.
Up until this moment, Knives had been playing every card within this little place. From being the landlady to literally being the very reason for this story existing, only now was his control slipping because he lost his keys. Well- not really lost but it might as well be, because they were stationed in the room of horrors between the cushions of the couch.
Knives had originally brought up this onslaught to attempt to further push away the little leech that had attached into his brother's side- he knew very well that the income was mostly coming from his dearest brother, and that he could not accept. How dare this incompetent fool drag in his lazy ass with a guitar and call it a proper job?
His poor sibling, having to deal with the consequence of being so gullible.
Knives fingers slipped down his features as he stared at the ceiling, wondering what to narrate to his audience as his mind scrambled for ideas.
