2 days.

It’s been two days, and you can’t bring yourself to even look at the replacement. It’s like it hurts. Like you weren’t supposed to see him. You’re still a grieving mess. All numb- all dead looks. It’s like you can’t feel, and he keeps on trying to talk to you.

God, can’t he read a person’s mood?

“Like I was saying, I just want to get his personality down-” He smiles through the mask, whilst he looks down at you. His hands are holding a box of Noir’s belongings.

He looks so cheery- god, how you just want to just fucking punch-