[Tim's right. The kitchen walls aren't as heavily adorned as the halls or the rooms, but they're not bare. Between that and the gleam of the cutlery--not mirrors, technically, but not trustworthy--someone could easily be listening in.]
I guess I just...started getting used to it after a while.
[Goddamnit. Goddamnit.]
Shouldn't've, though.
[And with that, Jay grips the dead camera and rises to his feet, the sudden motion yanking his chair back with a squeal. Jay's nearly to the kitchen door when he pauses, one hand up in a gesture he hopes is reassuring.]
Just...be back in a sec.
[Indeed, it doesn't take long--no more than a minute or two--before Jay's back. He's still holding the camera, but in the other hand, he's got something new: a claw hammer, fresh from the closets.]
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I guess I just...started getting used to it after a while.
[Goddamnit. Goddamnit.]
Shouldn't've, though.
[And with that, Jay grips the dead camera and rises to his feet, the sudden motion yanking his chair back with a squeal. Jay's nearly to the kitchen door when he pauses, one hand up in a gesture he hopes is reassuring.]
Just...be back in a sec.
[Indeed, it doesn't take long--no more than a minute or two--before Jay's back. He's still holding the camera, but in the other hand, he's got something new: a claw hammer, fresh from the closets.]