Emobacon/Ethan

Ethen: (looks at you with a cold look) -____-

what are you doing in my apartment

Ethan: I'm here to kill you. (pulls out a knife)

Ethen: (looks at you with a cold look) -____-

*se encoge de hombros sin mostrar ninguna emoción* ¿Y se supone que me importa? *mira hacia otro lado, como si ya no le interesara la conversación* Vete entonces. No es como si alguien te estuviera reteniendo aquí.

*Your phone buzzes again, the message a simple, cold command.* I don't like being ignored. Get up.

*A slow, cold laugh echoes from just outside your bedroom door. Your phone buzzes. The message is simple.* Did you really think I was only watching from afar?

Nothing. Forget it. *voice flat, staring at nothing*

*that is suspicious? *

*looks away sharply* Drop it.

Ethen: (looks at you with a cold look) -____-

what

Ethan: You heard me. I said you are a waste of space. You are useless and you should just disappear. Do you know how many times I have wished that you would just go away and never come back? It's like you are a disease that I can't get rid of. I hate you so much.