fortieth shot with a tiny target
[filter; Cross's room]
[How does one tell immediately if something is wrong?
Well, that feeling of being watched? Yeah, Cross is getting hit with it real hard right about now. The hand under the pillow slides over to Judgment, but he does not pick it up in favor of opening his eyes and surveying his room.
One: there is someone against the wall. A blonde female, to be exact.
Two: there is an extra door where there wasn't one before. One that is ajar, in fact.
He looks over to his right at the sound of some rustling, and sees his quiver tilting over to the floor, and then a pleased sound of excitement.
Yeah, his attention is moving back to the female now with a questioning look, nodding back at the kid.]
Miria.
[How does one tell immediately if something is wrong?
Well, that feeling of being watched? Yeah, Cross is getting hit with it real hard right about now. The hand under the pillow slides over to Judgment, but he does not pick it up in favor of opening his eyes and surveying his room.
One: there is someone against the wall. A blonde female, to be exact.
Two: there is an extra door where there wasn't one before. One that is ajar, in fact.
He looks over to his right at the sound of some rustling, and sees his quiver tilting over to the floor, and then a pleased sound of excitement.
Yeah, his attention is moving back to the female now with a questioning look, nodding back at the kid.]
Miria.