When Flynn entered Deirdre's room, he had no idea he was entering what looked like the site of some kind of disaster. There were magazines and bits of paper everywhere. Bits of fake flowers and a crepe paper explosion sat in the corner of the room and in the middle of it all, Deirdre was perched on the floor, hovering over a flip book of something, looking manic.
"Er..."
( Sacrifice )
"Er..."
( Sacrifice )