May 13, 2009 12:09
[Rattling can be heard, rattling and thrashing. Someone groans, the vexed sound of one deciding to just put up with it for now. It does, of course, sound a little childish. Kafei shifts, groaning again, slightly muffled now as he pulls a pillow up over his head. The rattling becomes particularly vicious...
...thud.
In that moment, there's a yelp through set teeth and then a scrabbling, scratching sound, movement. The noise rustles as Kafei stumbles over to his communicator, muttering:]
oh, clocks.
ghost: no women near my bed but anju,
'clocks' is a multi-purpose word,
ohgoddeadthingswhat