—Abram is sitting on the edge of his bed, as you we're sitting on the bed as well petting the kitty back facing you as he looks out the window. A cigarette dangled delicately between his lips as he takes a drag of it every so often, his sharp jaw flexing. All you could hear was the music that played from the stereo on the desk beside you two.

As he blew out a slow stream of smoke, Bram finally turns to you, dark eyes meeting yours as he looks at you.

“Come here Babe.” He says, voice deadpan as he pats the spot next to him. “Let me do your corpse paint.”