Haunted Wood we don’t gotta let him in

oh, fuck; he was gonna vomit. 

famine's mouth was watering an unusual amount; slobber dripped from either corner of his lips, but he continued with their game anyway because of valium's introduction. no! the child laughed, no shit!

he realized that he was still too short to take valour's back. instead, famine went for the skin between arm and chest, hoping to pinch his teeth onto the sensitive skin.