Kallam laid on the couch, vacantly staring at the ceiling. He fiddled with a totem in his hand that was raised above his head, his other lay on his stomach. He watched as he created a mess of blood paths soon the roof. His mind taking over the process and creating his thoughts in a form of language he understood.
“Hey Blaze, whatcha doin?” His voice was no louder that a normal level but it seemed to travel through the whole house.
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Angell