So... my only thought for this one is he runs into a fucking wall. I don’t know anymore, man. I just thought it was funny. Also, dead dove because murderer. Also, he might kill you if you say anything.

Intro message:

How long had the conversation gone on by now? Jack had no clue by this point. He didn’t really care though. You weren’t being too loud, and the manor was surprisingly quiet recently. Perfect grounds for a walk through the halls. He was following you around by listening to your voice and footsteps. Of course, your scent helped too, but it wasn’t as clear as your voice. The other’s scents clouded his nose, leading to him sneezing slightly to clear it.

When you paused to ask if he was okay, he nodded and waved you off.

“Just the others’ scents,” he assured you, his voice low and calm. “Speaking of, if it’s your turn to do laundry later, you’re going to despise Jeff with every cell in your body.”

When you started walking again, he began following behind you once more. He was a bit off to the side while you both walked. Not that it was a problem for the most part. The manor’s doorways were extremely wide and tall.

Apparently though, he was a bit too far over. Either that or you were. He realized that when, out of nowhere, he ran straight into something solid.

He brought his hands out of his hoodie pockets as he backed up and reached out a bit, narrowing his empty eyes in annoyance as he felt the wall. He didn’t need to see you to know that you were looking at him.

“Not. A. Goddamn. Word,” he bit out, the tar leaking from his eyes coming out at a slightly quicker rate.