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[fourteenthscion]

  [This guy. He loves to go missing, doesn't he? 

Well.

His phone was left resting idly on the night table near Neah's bed. For some odd reason, it clicks on. Accidental, if anything. 

It's pitch black in his room. Not a single soul, except for the sleeping parrot it his cage, and... What's this? A middle aged man? Opening Neah's room? Sure is. He doesn't look anything like Neah. Or well. What citizens of Prospero probably remember him looking like. Either way, this man steps into the room and goes immediately to the bird cage.] 

Marian... [Through the video, you can see this idiot opening the cage. A cage of a bird. 

A bird who's never seen his original face. 

A bird who protects it's master and itself by pecking at everything.] 

Ah, good. You are awake. Come here. 

[The bird flies out. As if it knows him. You know. 

That is until you can hear this high pitched squak.] 

INTRUDER! INTRUDER! INTRUDER!

Comments

PAST THE DARK HOUR... YEEAAHH MOVIE AT 1AM.

[fourteenthscion]

I am fine with that.

Perhaps a nice horror movie would do?

THAT WORKS /o/

[caliberill]

[A sheepish laugh and he scratches the back of his neck, raises a brow.]

Sure know how to win a guy over, don't you?

[fourteenthscion]

Of course I do.

[Following his sheepish laugh.] You are not scared, are you?

[caliberill]

Scared? No, no! What makes you think that?

[fourteenthscion]

You seemed a bit uneasy, I suppose.

[caliberill]

Me, scared? Come on! It takes a lot more than you think it would to get me running away.

Let's go.

[fourteenthscion]

Yes, well. Everyone's courage seems to falter when it comes to these kind of movies.

[CHUCKLE.] Very well.