[cream of the cop] Day Four

[ooeeooahah]

Friday MorningIlsa hasn't been feeling well. As if trying to kill the people here who mattered most to her wasn't enough, she has been drinking the milk. She wanted no more repeats of Tuesday

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[hotfrombehind]

[You can't really hide your own dead body. It's inconvenient for her, Pyro notes as he quirks a brow at Ilsa's body in the middle of their house. It's not really his fault that she keeps drinking the milk before he can remember to do it before her, but he does at least move her body so that it doesn't get stepped on.

On Friday, he's just coming back into the house when he hears the rush of footsteps. The movement goes to the kitchen, so he heads there at his own pace. When he arrives, he pops his head in the doorway.]

Morning.

[ooeeooahah]

[ She jumps when she hears his voice, ] Oh! Wait, just a minute.

[ Ilsa heads for the door, intent on getting the milk delivery in her nightgown, even though she hadn't grabbed her robe on the way downstairs. ]

Just going to take care of this.

[hotfrombehind]

[He's not really coherent at the moment since he hasn't slept in about a day, more or less, so he shrugs and moves into the kitchen.

When he speaks, he's not sure if she can hear him, but that doesn't really seem to matter to him.] Saw you were dead yesterday, so I kinda left you alone there for a while. Y'know, 'case I forgot and then got freaked out 'cause you were dead. You know. Something like that. Probably. Yeah.

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[ She's picking up the milk bottles, with the apparent intent of carrying them to the basement. Not going to be sloppy this time, leaving corpses where they can be tripped over. ]

Go on upstairs and sleep, hon. I'll call in to work for you.

[ Probably before drinking the milk. Maybe. ]