Jul 15, 2006 00:01
Well, it was either keep Dib awake with his restlessness, go back to his personal quarters, or prowl the halls. Or go out for 'coffee'. But at least there's a sort of professional justification, so that's what Nny did, Rry scampering at his heels.
Restless. Wherever he was, he was always restless.
johnny c,
rp,
death
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Right now, for example, he was sitting in the dim Hufflepuff common room with two cups of tea. One was for him; the other, for the bizarre little device that was sitting on the table before him. It was wooden, and looked somewhat like a bird; every few seconds it would bob its head down, appear to drink some of the tea, and then bob upright again. The gray kitten Shadow played about Death's feet while he watched the little thing go back and forth.
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Then he noticed who the kitten was cozying up to.
"...oh."
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He bent down and gave Shadow a pat. THERE, THERE. HELLO, JOHNNY.
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"Um. Hello."
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