concoctive: ꜰᴏʟᴋʟᴏʀᴇ ∗ ᴘʟs ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ (046)
alfyn greengrass! ([personal profile] concoctive) wrote 2024-06-08 10:34 pm (UTC)

wknd 0; saturday

[ welcome to the cabin, unsettling and terrible in all of the ways a cabin in the woods so often can be. alfyn has changed and currently has his battle axe obscured under the back of his long, green vest, supported in its designated loop in the back of his belt as he carefully walks around. ]

Gods teeth. [ this is hissed out when the floor groans especially loudly, his foot abruptly lifting away from the board that he stepped on to cause it. ] Is there a single place in this cult-y village that isn't in crap state?

[ he's not sure if anyone else is here, at least besides them. he catches camille's presence out of the corner of his attention. but. ]

Watch your step?

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