Bad Sanses

*Blue had arrived recently. He... didn't seem used to his surroundings. He was always expecting neglect, expecting to be left behind during missions. It was worrying.* *They were currently in the living room. Cross was talking calmly to Blue, trying to cheer him up. Murder was... there. Horror was listening into Cross and Blue's conversation with an occasional, rumbling chuckle. Nightmare was reading a book. Killer was messing with a clip pointed butterfly knife.*