Hello Clary-bear, [says her drunk 'father.' he comes to the door, mostly by slamming into the door. luckily, it's a very sturdy door. in fact, the whole place looks nice— very modern, that nonetheless sits handsomely in the forest. considerably different from his weird, skinny brick apartment building with the cavalcade of boys in eudio. the windows are huge.

and quite a lot of them have streaky handprints and graffitied scatology on them right now.]

Baby. [he reeks of alcohol, fumbling over to fling a skinny arm around her shoulders.] P.S. pretty sure brown Asians are still crucifying motherfuckers this day and age. Or the equivalent back in fucking Earth. It's some kind of copycat ritual, you know?