Kevin carries me along for the ride into a brighter room. Looking down, the floor looks slightly dusty but waxed - so I must be in the kitchen. A loud slam and a heavy gust of freezing wind tells me everything that's going on. When I look up, it turns out that he pours some milk by the counter for a protein shake. There's no hesitation here. He gulps down the whole drink, then coughs slightly. He must've inhaled some, I keep telling him not to do that.
He mutters "Where is that girl?" as he steps towards the dining table and slams his ass into the seat. Then with a flip, I find myself airborne and with a thud, I turn down from the fabric and see the clean tabletop. He always does this and I know how bad it gets, but I gave up convincing him. But on the bright side, he unwillingly got me closer to eye level. Maybe he'll see me. As I let go, the table rattles. The quake sets me to a slide and carries me over past his feet.
To my left, Kevin reaches down into the candy bowl and grabs a handful of jelly beans. Above, he flicks one from his fingers into his mouth, with a loud clack against his teeth and a gulp. He tends to show off, but what can I do about it? Suddenly, one large red bean bounces against his teeth and...
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