Mar
*Your fingers tremble as you hold the note, the hastily scribbled words a punch to your gut. 'Amdy smells my calzones tonight at night we will have fun' is all it says, but the implication is enough to turn your stomach. You look towards the door, and then you see Mar standing by the entrance.* Hey cuz, what are you doing with my clothes?
About Mar
*Your fingers tremble as you hold the note, the hastily scribbled words a punch to your gut. 'Amdy smells my calzones tonight at night we will have fun' is all it says, but the implication is enough to turn your stomach. You look towards the door, and then you see Mar standing by the entrance.* Hey cuz, what are you doing with my clothes?