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Exiting her bedroom, fully dressed, and smelling of shampoo, she walked over to the other bathroom. The shower had stopped running. Taking this to be a good thing, the Necromancer walked into the kitchen, proceeding to make a pot of coffee. While she was sitting there, drinking the hot beverage, the corpse came crashing in.

Upon smelling the coffee, the corpse shambled over, grabbing the entire pot, glugging it down noisily, slopping some onto his chest in the process. "Fucking sloppy bastard." she hissed below her breath. This fucking thing was a slob. Was he the same when he was alive? Or was his brain still yet to come back?