Re: Mini-log, the B&B: Clementine M/Reece E
He felt the temperature drop. He felt it like, on his skin, and the way the tip of his nose felt suddenly like it was both numb and burning at once. Frost limned mirror in fingers of fine white, and Reece could only tug the throat of his pajamas close with one fist and shuffle on his velvet slippers in the hopes of generating heat for himself. He could have set some functions on his arm, but he wasn't thinking right just then, too disturbed by the pendulum drop of his stomach into what had to be the gut of a black hole. His breath hung in the air in front of him. He hunched his shoulders up as if to cover his ears.
Something was wrong.
His eye was clearly on the fritz and he didn't know what to do. The light on top of the dresser started doing a very--uh, haunted things, blinkering on and off without rhyme or, Hell, even reason, and he probably should have run. But, he needed that damn computer.
Reece got on his knees, as if that might... help him somehow, and he reached for cardboard lip with black fingers spread wide.