There has not been nearly enough attention - or food - directed towards Thanatos today. His handlers have been busy, too busy, and the strange smelling woman was here, and now, now the small dark one is sticking his head out the window so the others won't smell the nasty smoke. The door, though. The door signals promise.
Kristoph blinks, looking down at his feet, then smiles. "....hey there little guy." He crouches, carefully scooping the rabbit up. "You hungry?" The rabbit responds by nearly nipping his fingertips. "Ooookay, yes, I get it, no one loves you, no one feeds you, you're unloved, aren't you, Than?"
There's a THUMP as Martin cracks his head against the window, jerking his head inside and looking over at the newcomers, clove cigarette dangling from his fingers. "Oh. Uh. Hey! Charlot, Macpherson... uh. Something I can do?"
........Corrie? His age seems to warp as you look at him, ranging between late teens to his sixties, and you can't quite make the uncertainty stop.
"No," Martin replies mullishly, pursing his lips. "An' you ain't gonna tell her, Toffee, right?" He pauses. "...you two, either. You didn' see nothin', got it?"
"We're not seeing a lot of things today, apparently," says Corrie. She blinks rapidly for a moment, like the sun was in her eyes, but it doesn't nail down what she's seeing even a little.
"I literally just got back, there hasn't been time," Corrie complains. She wanted to be awake to explain this to him, dammit. "Look, you know the other day, when I didn't call till really late... I was kind of... for a little while- please don't freak out about this too much?- I think I kind of died just a little bit but I swear I'm fine now-"
"I mean I'm fine now! Look, I'm here!" She grabs Lee's arm firmly, her hands warm and strong and vital. "Feel. It's me. Everything was okay in the end. I don't completely get how, but I agreed to bring someone back with me and now I'm completely fine. I mean, things have gone a little bit Sixth Sense now, but I'm getting used to that."
"...oh! Like Toffee?" Martin stubs his cigarette out and tucks it behind his ear, meandering over. "What's your thing! The thing you can just... zaaa..." He makes a jazz hands motion, looking at her with big, curious eyes.
"Yeah." Okay, on reflection that does sound like the beginning of at least five horror movies and a dozen more campfire stories. But Sunshine doesn't act like the star of any of those shows. "He's a kid, Lee. He wanted to see snow and I wanted to live." She spares only a moment to glare at Martin because excuse you, she's trying to keep her best-friend-since-fetuses from panicking right now, the party tricks- however admittedly cool they may be- can wait for like five minutes?
"Corrie~?" Martin grins slightly. "...do you want me to help make it easier for him to wrap his brain 'round all this?"
"Sort of, there was actually another kid who was in my backpack-" okay, that offer is highly suspicious. "What I want is some form of caffeine so I can be awake enough to explain it."
