Into the room burst a black silhouette that even the roaring fire could not illuminate, save for the droplets of rain upon its hide. From behind the eyeless mask through which they somehow saw, a pair of drowsy green eyes turned to watch the shape as it stormed in, casting off its cloak to plop down in the next chair along.
Karl looked back at the fire as Klar shook her hair out.
"It's the absolute worst out there!"
"Oh, I'll bet it is. Don't leave your wet things on the floor." The smoke of the fire rushed up the chimney, with the occasional stray raindrop bursting through to be obliterated by the heat. The room was still smoky, though, for Karl had been experimenting with cigars.
His sister grumbled and waved the smoke away. "You remember we're having visitors, right?"
"I don't. Remind me."
"Antakristo's coming in half an hour."
A wave of black smoke poured out through Karl's mask, separated into four by the grill before joining up again and rising to meet its elders. "Fuck."
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