RANCE
Rance turned his head a bit, just enough to give her a side-eye and an arched eyebrow. "Fuckin' nosy, aren't you?" He turned back to the house, looking in one of the cracked and dusty ground floor windows. "Not that it's any of your fuckin' business, but I'm looking for a way in. One that won't get me mobbed by fuckin' bats."
Really, twilight was not the ideal time to be entering a dilapidated house, but he wasn't ready to give up. The window turned out to be a bit too dusty, the outside light too dim, so he clicked his tongue and turned to walk around the house.
Really, twilight was not the ideal time to be entering a dilapidated house, but he wasn't ready to give up. The window turned out to be a bit too dusty, the outside light too dim, so he clicked his tongue and turned to walk around the house.
It's beginning to look a lot like
fuck this.
fuck this.
