He can hear the hushed voices and heated whispers, and he knows it's all on him.
By the time the door creaks open again, he's dug out a packet of crayons taken from the last cheap chain restaurant they ate at and is drawing wide red slashes on a sheet of notebook paper. Crayon doesn't work very well on skin, but it looks like he's tried to mark up his arms as well.
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Date: 2013-05-04 09:26 pm (UTC)By the time the door creaks open again, he's dug out a packet of crayons taken from the last cheap chain restaurant they ate at and is drawing wide red slashes on a sheet of notebook paper. Crayon doesn't work very well on skin, but it looks like he's tried to mark up his arms as well.