Book's sockets were glued to the TV, mouth forming a small 'o' as the camera pans to the crime scene. Another murder, and they were almost certain it was the serial killer that hadn't been caught yet. Book grinned and chirped once, snapped twice, and then clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. One of his new housemates shivered, that meant he was complimenting the killer somehow. How the negative being could think something so grotesque and cruel was impressive, they weren't sure. Book squeaked shrilly, looking behind him before going silent, smile dropping to a straight line, and his shoulders sag as he turns back to the television.
//A/N: this never got finished, posting it anyways
