[@Prima Luce] + [@Dartbored Fairy]



	For a second Boris thought maybe his art was responsible for what happened to the lady. Surely it couldn't have been [i][b]that[/b][/i] bad. His face became doleful as he looked at the sketch, at the woman being murdered, at the sketch, and back at the woman again. Then he was a little confused, head cocked as he peculiarly analysed the bloody writing on the wall. Of course, Boris couldn't read, but he made an effort to read it anyway.   

"R.. r... r... reee... axxxx. lel... uhh.... P.. pl... wuuu.... you." Boris gave up with a sigh, but was just a little glad that he recognized one of the words, 'You'. The message was something about him! And despite the gore and blood, that part kinda made him happy.

Still, there wasn't much he could do about the situation. He wasn't going to get any more information from the headless man or the empty woman, but he stopped to wonder if maybe this had something to do with a young girl he met a long, long time ago. The young girl in question was named Annie, a very powerful girl with lots of magic abilities, which included invisibility. As it happened, Boris at the time heard rumors that Annie had had his baby. But Boris never believed those rumors, after all, he knew that a man and a woman needed to do funny things to each other in a bed to make babies, and apparently birds and bees were somehow involved. Yep, the whole baby making thing was puzzling to Boris, but he knew one thing for sure, he'd never done any of those funny things with Annie, he'd never done those funny things with [i][b]any[/b][/i] girl at all, and he was also pretty sure that the thing about the birds and the bees was a lie.

"Annie...?" Boris said, turning his eyes suspiciously around the room. "Is that ...[i]you[/i]?"

Probably not receiving a response, Boris decided the only thing to do at this point was to copy the message on the wall and show it to someone later, someone who could actually read, of course, and maybe they could tell him what it said. Flipping to a new page in his notebook, he very carefully copied the writing the wall, placed the book in his backpack, and then went to the kitchen to feed his grumbling tummy. 

Sure enough, the kitchen was the source of the food he'd been smelling. The table in the center of the kitchen was prepared for breakfast. There was a plate with bacon and sausages, another plate with eggs, a stack of toast, a bowl of fruit, a jug of milk, and another jug of orange juice. Yep! The headless man and empty woman had planned on eating breakfast, so they probably hadn't planned on dying as well. Boris had now realized what might have been an important fact about... something. 

Feeling pleased with himself, he took a seat at the table, dumped all the food onto one clean plate, and then started feasting.