Blarby

This was, you would shut that door and there were some nights that were harder than others, but this place is your home.

This is your family.

It's not just a job.

And after everything that happened today, the Mulnaya goons,

finding out what's potentially going on with Frost, what you had to ask Blarby to do, no matter how much you try to do your breathing exercises, you can't shake that feeling of the looming threat.

You stand there, the tatters of your punching bag drifting in the air towards your feet, the sand spilled out around you as you once again try and gain your composure as you look at what's happened, still feeling that looming presence of the threat as you attempt to get yourself back together.

All the while, downstairs in the kitchens, Frost, you hear the sound of thump, thump, thump, thump.

You've heard this time and time and time again.

As it gets faster and faster and faster, it almost, at one point, it syncs up almost perfectly with the clock on the wall that tick.

tick tick tick before eventually you hear the sound of sand scatter everywhere and the guttural roars and rage of of your friend upstairs the bottles on the wall shake for a moment and silence

surrounds you.

You've just been sweeping.

And for a while, hearing these sounds, it's almost, it's not something that you're unfamiliar with as you are frost cleaning this space.

And with every punch, you sweep along with it.

And the sounds of the clock ticking, the sweeping of the broom, the punches from Torback all kind of co-mingle.

until the uproarious yells and you are so lost in your own mind that though it's unusual for it to get this bad, it doesn't necessarily catch you off guard.

Until you hear the sound of a door creaking and you look over and you see a familiar hand reaching around the door from one of the back rooms.

bright pink manicured nails.

opalescent rings glistening in the light, the bangles jingling as Blarby, her arms piled high with books and magazines from the shop down the row, stumbles back into the starlight lounge.

She kicks the door closed with her kitten heels and then with one arm tries to close to lock the door, her keys jingling.