Like a zombie
"So Fiona succeeded in bringing the two freaks together..." He uttered, shifting the topic away from his face to the one she brought. He didn't want to talk about his problem anymore and luckily, the one she brought was way bigger than his.
Zica knew he was trying to avoid the talk about his face so she flowed along. If he didn't want to talk about it, she wouldn't force him. She only wished he would soon get tired and stop adding more destructive chemicals to his face. Moving her legs, she went to the small single chair present in the shack and rested her butt on it.