Wilford Warfstache (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
cottoncandypink) wrote2017-09-23 03:37 pm
cottoncandypink) wrote2017-09-23 03:37 pm
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The door opens to a squalid little apartment with almost no decoration at all. It's clean, but also has that 'not even started to move in' quality. No rugs on the floor. No pictures or posters on the wall. A single sofa in the living room. On the opposite wall, a TV stand, with an old CRT television and a VCR. There's a kitchen table in the dining room, but it doesn't have any chairs around it. Just a small stack of mail, and a leather jacket. A peek into the kitchen reveals the same level of complete emptiness.
It is the apartment of someone who hasn't a single goddamn care about where he sleeps at night.
Wilford doesn't give Molly too much time to snoop around the rest of the tiny one-bedroom though. He grabs his jacket off the table and heads back to the front door. "It's close enough to walk," he says.
Which is good, because his car is still full of bees.
It is the apartment of someone who hasn't a single goddamn care about where he sleeps at night.
Wilford doesn't give Molly too much time to snoop around the rest of the tiny one-bedroom though. He grabs his jacket off the table and heads back to the front door. "It's close enough to walk," he says.
Which is good, because his car is still full of bees.