What Hugo Desires

            Hugo was quiet, staring at Nicklos intently. Distrust radiated off him like the heat radiated off the sun. He was tense, arms crossed over his chest. The scrunched eyebrows and the way he gritted his teeth while leaning back in his chair, where all tell tale signs that theses two had history. Not a pleasant one at that. The man sitting next to him was of course, in no better shape. The disgust was most eminent. He kept his hands down at his sides, resting next to his knife. Eyebrown scrunched in anger, his eyes never once leaving Nicklos's face, his posture was so rigid I don't even think the wind could move him. 

             But after a few moments of collective silence, a grimy grin appeared on Hugo's face. The yellows of his teeth where bright despite being in a dark room. Black specs coated the grimy teeth, making them look rotten and gross. His lips where chapped, dead skin p