[The things he would say if he knew she was writing of him. What he'd feel if he knew she was writing for him...
He doesn't know. He jokes knows the sound of her voice, of rustling movement, and the way she falters when he comes into view. He's glad to know her well enough that he doesn't attribute it to his own presence-- at least in the sense of being unwanted. It makes him look apologetic, at least up until she turns a question on him.
It's his turn to falter. He wants to say he's fine, but if she heard something... He lets out a rueful breath of a laugh and ducks his head.]
Last one... spooked me... [Which seems ridiculous since he's also undead, but--] Expected something... living... pounced... Fine of course... but...
[He pushes back a bit of hair and then goes to take a seat on the edge of the bed. He shrugs.]
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He doesn't know. He jokes knows the sound of her voice, of rustling movement, and the way she falters when he comes into view. He's glad to know her well enough that he doesn't attribute it to his own presence-- at least in the sense of being unwanted. It makes him look apologetic, at least up until she turns a question on him.
It's his turn to falter. He wants to say he's fine, but if she heard something... He lets out a rueful breath of a laugh and ducks his head.]
Last one... spooked me... [Which seems ridiculous since he's also undead, but--] Expected something... living... pounced... Fine of course... but...
[He pushes back a bit of hair and then goes to take a seat on the edge of the bed. He shrugs.]
Never forgot... how I died... Irony...