40.5 Day Job

Rumors were starting to pop up about a red-haired Nenner that went around killing people. I didn't care about it at first, seeing as I wasn't a killer of the rumor's caliber, but the twins had urged me to take notice seeing as I kind of fit the bill for the suspected killer. The gender was unknown as well, which only meant that I still fit the description. Then I started doubting if I was actually that person.

Totally normal reaction, okay?

"And isn't that just wonderful..."

I sighed as I plopped my ass back down on the cushioned bed, my mind whirring about the possibilities before giving up entirely. I could always just think about all of this in the morning. No need to lose sleep over it.