‘ Shifting the Sands. Hotter then Hell. Upon her lips, teardrops fell.Through the serpentine flame, I screamed her name, but she never WOKE UP! ’
❝Points to you, I have no fucking idea what you’re talking about, Mister Christiansen,❞ he shifts uncomfortably. Perhaps that was Joseph’s goal though: to make Ernest uncomfortable. Fine, then, two could play that game. ❝Did you fuck her? Did you fuck the corpse?❞ perhaps that was a bit too far, whatever. He raises an eyebrow, looking at him almost earnestly.
