Snippet #2481772

“Oh...Right.” John said stupidly to Screams comment about his mask, obviously a man in a black ski mask walking down the street mid summer would draw some unwanted attention. Tugging at the wooly thing he tore it off his face exposing his balding brown hair and slightly pudgy face, he now had a slight case of 'hat hair' which made his balding head look even more ridiculous. Tossing the ski mask into the sewer with a faint splash John was the last to follow up the ladder, being sure to place the lid carefully back on.

As they walked towards Screams apartment Johns mind silently raced over various things, from the fact he had thought Scream looked nothing like his hero persona to the the fear of the cape killers somehow connecting his identity to the gas station-they did after all have cameras throughout the entire store. Then suddenly he realized his hair was still a slightly puffy sight, quickly running his hands over and over the embarrassing mess as they entered into Screams apartment he unsuccessfully tried to make it look better.

He was quite familiar with the part of town they’d come into and he was honestly impressed by Screams apartment, it wasn’t super upscale or anything but it was far more presentable and just all around better looking the Johns own shady place of residence.

The words 'make yourself at home' echoed in Johns head as he uncomfortably looked around the apartment, he felt rather awkward as if he’d invaded Screams privacy even though Scream seemed to be going about his business like there weren’t two strangers in his house nor had they been atacked no more then an hour ago.

Walking over to the television John turned it on with the press of his finger, shooting Scream a glance that seemed to check if what he did was ok. He had been watching the news channel babble on about some political nonsense which made John glad at the fact that there was no 'breaking Meta news'. That’s when he heard scream curse aloud, seemingly more to himself then anyone. John now noticed he was taking care of his wound “You gonna be ok man?” He asked, concern clear in his voice.