If anyone wants to hang out, let me know. Or, you know, we could just talk.

It's a little unsettling with the awkward silence in my room. Kind of creepy.

[[In what used to look like Richezza's apartment and is now in what looks like the interior of a cottage-y looking bungalow,  Richezza's seen scrubbing the kitchen floors. He's taken his gloves off, and his fingers look sore and tired from cleaning. Everything is very, very, very neat and tidy. As much as it can be, though. He's still scrubbing, ( Read more... )

[[There's a bit of mumbling before he begins to speak clearly. His voice is worried.]]

Okay, so. Uh. How'd I end up in here? This makes no sense. I remember fleeing with Maria, and the van was getting shot at, but we got away. They couldn't have brought me back, that doesn't make sense. Nothing makes sense right now! Boy, this place is creepy. Uh ( Read more... )