[Something smelled really good. He followed his nose to the kitchen, where he found Luce staring off into space. He intended to leave her be. He was embarrassed whenever he was caught daydreaming, and he figured she would be too. But he wanted to thank her for intervening in that incident with Blanche.
He decided to start a pot of coffee. When he reached to grab the ground coffee from the shelf, his shoulder twinged and he dropped it. He let out a small shout and scrambled to catch it with his other hand. He was only moderately successful at this but he still spilled it all over the counter.] Ah, dammit!
Re: After Murder Party
He decided to start a pot of coffee. When he reached to grab the ground coffee from the shelf, his shoulder twinged and he dropped it. He let out a small shout and scrambled to catch it with his other hand. He was only moderately successful at this but he still spilled it all over the counter.] Ah, dammit!