[ The office Ilias is looking in on is fairly neat, but the desk, specifically, is verging on a disaster—the sort of disaster that comes from being overwhelmed but also unwilling to let go of anything, to return a book that likely isn't useful to the library in case it might be, to set something aside for later instead of keeping it at hand.
Things aren't as bad as they look; Kostos has yet to fuck up anything that he clearly should not have fucked up, and he still makes time to get into trouble. But they do look bad, and he only looks up for a second. ]
One.
[ One dead human. Several dead animals, now, but Ilias will take his new undead Disney sidekick army from Kostos' own cold, dead hands. ]
I know who you are.
[ Knows who he is. Knew he was here. Did not seek him out on purpose. ]
no subject
Things aren't as bad as they look; Kostos has yet to fuck up anything that he clearly should not have fucked up, and he still makes time to get into trouble. But they do look bad, and he only looks up for a second. ]
One.
[ One dead human. Several dead animals, now, but Ilias will take his new undead Disney sidekick army from Kostos' own cold, dead hands. ]
I know who you are.
[ Knows who he is. Knew he was here. Did not seek him out on purpose. ]