Entry tags:
tenth breath ✧ voice/written/action
[If you're awake in the early morning hours, you might just hear frantic panting coming from your journal. If you're lucky enough to live on the 5th floor of complex #7, this would have been preluded by a scream from down the hallway.]
Hello? Hello? ...Shit. Shit.
[And then written:]
Hello?
Hello? Hello? ...Shit. Shit.
[And then written:]
Hello?

[ action ]
Looks like they've relocated. [He'll turn his attention to his box again, mixing another compound out of paper packets-- and instructing it to be spread around the darker corners of the house, to keep out those unwanted tenants. Eventually, he'll pack up his things--and head for the next patient who's hailed him, leaving an aura of awesome in his wake...
so that this thread is not left hanging for an interminable length of time by the mun. Who is flaky.
]The End. 8D