Thread: Third time's a charm! [Quin x Panda]

Completely unaware of the excitement that Wynter was experiencing, Donnie sat with Max at the small two-person table in the kitchen. The tears had dried up by now and they shared quiet conversation over cups of coffee - tea for Max, and the smell of the herbal mixture that had been Wynter's favorite, gave Donnie pangs of crushed hope every time he caught a whiff. The kitchen was just the right size for two people to get around comfortably in. Donnie rubbed his eyes, trying to dispel memories of cooking meals with Wynter - going on 'cooking adventures' she used to call it... It was just so sudden... he said with a shake of his head. We were on our way to a barbecue at a friend's house and suddenly, she wasn't responding to me in the passenger's seat. Max made a small noise of consolation and reached across the table to touch his hand. And the doctor's... they don't know... shit! That frustration and anger started bubbling up again, but he didn't have the energy to feed it so he just shut up for fear of losing it again. They sat in silence for a few minutes before Max finally said, Hey, listen, if you need help packing up some of her things, I could-- Instantly alert, Donnie shook his head. No! No, I'm... I'm not ready to get rid of her stuff yet. Max nodded in understanding and gave him a compassionate look. Alright, take your time. But you know, it's not really healthy to cling for too long, Don. He knew that but he did feel a bit raw from having to hear it this early. Good God, couldn't they wait until Wynter was at least in the ground before they started talk of moving on. At first, he was relieved to have the company of someone else who felt his loss but now Max was starting to wear on him. I think I just need to be alone for right now... he said firmly, making moves to start getting up to show her the door. As soon as the name falls from Wynter's lips for a third time, the apartment around her begins to spin and shrink, as if drawing away from her to a great distance, extremely fast. When the spinning stops, the space around her resolves itself as a circular room filled with doors. Intricate designs and borders surround the door frames and the baseboard all around the room, yet everything is in disrepair. The wood is chipped, the paint is peeling, and there are dubious stains and congregations of mold upon the walls and ceiling. Even the intricate, dizzying, black and white, checker pattern on the floor is interrupted by a gaping hole in one spot and cracks mar the tiles, as if ready to split open another threatening hold into the abyss below. And to top it all off, there is something skewed and slanted about the architecture, as if whoever made it wasn't quite right in the head. Each of the doors has a different design and personality to them. Some are tall, some are average sized. Some are double doors, some hold just one. Some are painted dark, and others are white as if they were all taken from different houses and put together here. Hey-oo, there, sugar-tits! a grating voice says from behind her. Before she can turn to see who it is, Wynter is forcefully spun around coming face to face with a dead man. His head is crowned with wild wisps of blonde, unwashed hair spreading out from a dirt encrusted scalp and his skin is pale like someone leeched of life and dotted with greenish splotches of rot and mold. His eyes are surrounded by dark circles of flesh, his teeth are crooked and rotting and his fingernails are blackened and gross. And this entire, corpsey package is wrapped up in a cheap, black and white striped suit. I knew you'd make the right decision! You know, too many folks try to go this thing alone and end up wearin' themselves down and wastin' their time! But there's an art to it, a finesse and you and I understand that! From now on, you and me, babe, we're a team at this! I'll get ya everything ya need and teach ya everything I know! I'm the ghost with the most! You couldn't have picked a better man to make a deal with! Beetlegeuse couldn't seem to sit still, moving around like a hyper man making a presentation while at the same time expressing extreme gratitude. And he seemed to have no concept of personal space, pulling Wynter close to him, touching her hips and shoulders in intimate and encouraging ways.