X: *turns, arms still crossed* I don’t even care about the anger. I just want answers. About the old star marking. And now the one you put on me..

Vincent: *snoring quietly* — Creo: *glances back* ..Wait. How are you here..?

Vincent: *rubs her head as I doze off* — Creo: Well.. I’ll be in the attic *turns, walking towards the stairs*

X: *grips my sleeve* ‘Stay calm.’ *sighs and looks over but down*

Vincent: *smiles and closes my eyes* — Creo: *stands straight and looks around* ((this dudes. Like. 6’2 when standing straight xD

Creo: *looks over and the smoke grows more* Welp. *looks at X* Have fun. *stands and fades* — X: *huffs and looks away*

Vincent: *nuzzles her neck and yawns* — ??: ..I’m Creo.

Creo: *glances to the side then back to her* You’ll get what you need soon, you know. Everything will be better. X: Yeah, you say that now..

Vincent: *tosses her onto the bed and hops next to her, already in comfortable clothes* — ??: ..Where. Is puppeteer.

Creo: You’re eyes are what holds everything about you, Alex. I know lies against truth with you. X: *growls and crosses my arms* Don’t call me Alex..

I didn’t seeeee ;/; )) Vincent: *smiles and kisses her cheek, closing the door with my foot* — ??: ..Where’s puppeteer..

Clone* ) X: *sighs and looks at him, placing a hand on my hip* Look. He doesn’t want to talk, and I couldn’t care- Creo: You sure? *tilts my head slightly* X: ..Yes. I’m sure. *narrows my eyes*

Vincent: *hops onto the floor, the window forming and I walk to the room* — ??: *looks at him and tenses* ...

X: ‘He didn’t come. I’m going back.’ — Creo: *appears, leaning back on the edge* It doesn’t work like that. *a black Smokey fog seemed to float off me* ((its kinda like from the assassins creed movie. If you know what I mean. Cause he’s using a clown

Vincent: *smiles and stands, picking her up as I walk to the window, the platforms disappearing* — ??: *adjusts my hood and glances around*

X: ‘Call out once. If he doesn’t come, you go downstairs. If he does, ask. Calmly..’ *taps my fingers then groans* ... *leans back and looks up* Trust..!

Vincent: *looks at her* Can I join? Or do you want privacy? — ??: *appears, stumbling over something upstairs*

X: ‘Well. What now? You either stand up here, listening to me. Or go back down.. I like it up here alone..’ *leans forward again, resting my arms over the edge*

Vincent: *nods, still looking out at the city* — Puppeteer: Hmm.. *walks through some aisles*

X: *leans back and rolls my shirt up, looking down at my stomach* ‘Just ask him calmly.. No.’ *growls and fixes my shirt* Probably doesn’t even mean anything.