[ falco has been coming over since the start of the month to help levi clean when he was unable, and continuing the trend even when the man was on his properly sized legs again. he helped the boy remove the hideous jaw implant and allowed it to grow back, and now he continues to help as the days went in and out. occasionally, through his cleaning routines, he’d watch each picture on the wall he’d remove dust from and was made aware of the woman that lived here with mister levi— diana was her name, but falco had never had the chance to run into her. to be frank, he hadn’t expected that day to be today, either, opening the door to the garage and leaving his shoes out to not bring the dirt in. he knows where levi is at where cleanliness is concerned. now, onto indoors, with broom, mop and bucket in hand. ]
I finished the garage, Mister Lev— Ah!
[ the acrid smell of smoke and burning food pinches the inside of his nose as he waves his hand frantically over his head. wh—
the same woman from the creepy family photos of levi smiling like plastic which was the true root of evil, except. she too, was smiling like plastic while the kitchen was about to go up in flames. something goes icy in falco’s gut, dread, maybe— dread upon realization that something was not right, and very wrong.
he abandons the cleaning utensils against the wall and runs to help her; he doesn’t know how yet, but starts by flipping off the switch that births a monstrous block of charcoal that was once food and a flame tempted to grow past the heated pans. then the other, quickly— ]
I-It’s burning, Miss Diana!
[ they haven’t properly introduced themselves, but it feels better to use her name then pretend he didn’t know. ]
one!
I finished the garage, Mister Lev— Ah!
[ the acrid smell of smoke and burning food pinches the inside of his nose as he waves his hand frantically over his head. wh—
the same woman from the creepy family photos of levi smiling like plastic which was the true root of evil, except. she too, was smiling like plastic while the kitchen was about to go up in flames. something goes icy in falco’s gut, dread, maybe— dread upon realization that something was not right, and very wrong.
he abandons the cleaning utensils against the wall and runs to help her; he doesn’t know how yet, but starts by flipping off the switch that births a monstrous block of charcoal that was once food and a flame tempted to grow past the heated pans. then the other, quickly— ]
I-It’s burning, Miss Diana!
[ they haven’t properly introduced themselves, but it feels better to use her name then pretend he didn’t know. ]