[they're not chains, but they'll have to do. He ties the kids wrists together tight behind his back, and then scrambles away from him again, stepping away to plop down in a chair near his desk.
This is tiring work, okay?
He takes a moment to breathe and watch the undead child, rubbing the side of his head wearily]
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This is tiring work, okay?
He takes a moment to breathe and watch the undead child, rubbing the side of his head wearily]