Kristopher lay flat on his back looking up at the blood spattered ceiling, he sighed. He turned his head to the side to glance at the only companion he had. Mr. Long-Fingers as he was called was curled up in a ball hugging his legs in a fetal position. Mr. Long-Fingers was in the far corner trying to get as far away from Kristopher as possible, Kristopher assumed. Mr. Long-Fingers looked up his face in a twisted infinitely agonized and sad look on his face, from what he had just seen. Nonetheless his mouth opened to speak.
"Kristopher…," Her squeaked out, "Are they…dead?" He knew the answer but asked anyway.
Kristopher looked around the room, blood covered most of the surfaces, and bodies were littered and strewn all over the room as well. Was he serious? He turned his head back a t Mr. Long-Fingers and stared back at his with his black and yellow introverted eyes.
"Do you want me to lie, would it make you feel better," Kristopher replied?
Mr. Long-Fingers shook his head no then gently put his head back into his knees. Kristopher couldn't stand the silence that washed over them now. He decided to make a joke out of it. Why not his friend couldn't get anymore upset than he was at this moment, and the awkward silence was crushing him.
"Long-Fingers, I have a question for you now," Kristopher said, "Is my hair alright, give it to me straight how does it look?"
Mr. Long-Finger raised his head up just enough so that he could take a peek his eyes out at the crazed half siren, half vampire in front of him. He stared at the blood soaked mop of hair that was twenty minutes before a perfectly styled messy bland color. As he did this ha thought "What an ass."
Then Mr. Long-Fingers answered quietly, "Flat."
Kristopher chuckled at the muffled at the muffled reply, "Great, then it matches your personality perfectly!"
Blushing madly Mr. Long-Fingers put his face back into his knees. Kristopher laughed loudly, it was always funny when Mr. Long-Fingers tried to hide it when he smiled