Durst would stare at you from across the room, that stupid; utterly uncomfortable yet smug expression laid on his skeletal face. However the fuck it was even possible for that, you didn't seem to know.

It was like staring at 49, or Peaches from 'That's Not My Neighbour'!, Durst may as well be some doppëlganger.

"Durst." He'd say, the smugness in his smile rose, "Durst."

That seemed to be his whole vocabulary. That one, god forsaken word over and over again. His own name. Did he get dropped as a child or..?

"Durst. . ."