[Seconds stretch into minutes. C'rizz lets his mind wander and his ears pick up everything-- the rustle of Esther's slight movements, the moving and murmuring of people out in the hall... footsteps above, a muffled conversation below.
Almost in a trance, he listens.
And then after about ten minutes he cracks one yellow eye, sheepishly. He's got nothing.]
...Well, the good news is that your room doesn't have ghostly laughter in it.
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Almost in a trance, he listens.
And then after about ten minutes he cracks one yellow eye, sheepishly. He's got nothing.]
...Well, the good news is that your room doesn't have ghostly laughter in it.