[ luckily, there's one naughty child still very much away to receive him. then again, he never really slept much, anyway. it's only a matter of contrivance that he feels the metaphorical shiver of a familiar crossing his shadow, so to speak.
therefore, like all intuitive children, he speaks out into the darkness with a shrug. ]
Mm, I thought the creatures weren't supposed to stir tonight.
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therefore, like all intuitive children, he speaks out into the darkness with a shrug. ]
Mm, I thought the creatures weren't supposed to stir tonight.