@Vuclan-is-tired
Azai looked up at the ceiling, his eyes narrowing slightly. "They're not very friendly are they…" He mutters, shaking his head as he listened to the racket.
Azai looked up at the ceiling, his eyes narrowing slightly. "They're not very friendly are they…" He mutters, shaking his head as he listened to the racket.
Chris shook his head, “Nope doesn’t seem like it.” He thought for a second and pulled out his phone, remembering that it was dead, “Do you have a phone charger?” He asked.
He nods a little before handing the other his pocket charger and cable. "Here…" He says quietly. His eyes search the corners, or when shadows curled against the wall.
"Thanks…I hope there's an outlet somewhere in here." Chris said and stood up, beginning to search. None in the living room, he'd have to check the other rooms, "This house is pretty old…"
He nods a little. "This house is pretty old." He stood beside Chris, walking with him, a bottle of salt in his hand and a candle in the other.
“Does salt go bad?” Chris asked, his eyes darting to the bottle Azai was holding, “That salt could be pretty old.”
"I don't think so…" He mutters quietly. He looks around, his eyes scanning the walls.
Chris began feeling around the lower parts of the walls, searching for an outlet.
He shined the light around, feeling a sudden chill. He did not like that at all. He stood still, grabbing Chris's hand.
Chris looked up at Azai, noticing his new sense of distress, "What's wrong?" He asked, having not felt the chill.
"It's cold…" He whispers, looking around. "Let's get back in the circle…" He says softly.
Chris felt the chill now and shivered, pressing up against Azai, "Y-yeah…Let's." He replied nervously.
He pulled the other into the circle, kissing the others cheek. The fire was still crackling in the fireplace, warm and welcoming compared to the cold air beginning to surround them.
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