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[thanoodles]

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[creepinginmy]

What the bloody hell are they--[Stop.

HEAVY SIGH.]

I'm starting to get very tired of this.

[creepinginmy]

[HE JUMPS.

Pause. Staring at her so hard.]

Or that.

[smokingrockstar]

[ She stops mid-stab motion. Did he just jump?

... LMAO. Oh u.

Smiles. ]

Or that. [ I ain't worried tho. ]

[creepinginmy]

[Nothing happened. Nothing.]

All the more reasons to get the hell out of here, don't you think.

[smokingrockstar]

You're always in a rush to go somewhere. This time I agree, though. This place is BORING.

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[creepinginmy]

I'm blaming you if we get a swarm of bats.

[smokingrockstar]

Why would there be bats in a museum?

[creepinginmy]

Because it'd be just a likely as getting me in one. So there you go.

[smokingrockstar]

Oh, come on, by now you should be used to this sort of thing.

[creepinginmy]

You're the skeptical one.

[smokingrockstar]

Me? [ Preposterous! ]

[creepinginmy]

[He opens his mouth to say something, then he just shakes his head with a smile (but not really) and lowers his head, walking. She sounds like such a teenager. No cares or worries in her tone.]

[smokingrockstar]

[ She's making up for lost time, okay? :( ]

You aren't afraid of the dark, are you?

[creepinginmy]

Makes a little more sense to be afraid of the things hiding in it, doesn't it.

[smokingrockstar]

Don't tell me you think there are monsters in the closet too?

[ IRONYYYY ]

[creepinginmy]

[Is she stupid or trying to be funny? I can't tell anymore.]

Don't be silly. There are no closets.