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lemon · 07-13-2015, 01:14 AM

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Originally Posted by AmbiguouslyMe

Thornton was taking very slow, very careful steps backward so as not to disturb the webs or the spiders and to get out of there as quickly as possible. But upon hearing his name, he stopped short and turned his head.

"Dima... shhhh," he said, raising a finger to his lips, as if sound would call down a shower of spiders on them both. He was about to take another step backward - a careful proposition with the instrument on his back - when something fell loose from the ceiling and the boy froze, squeezing his eyes shut, as if being unable to see the creepy crawlies would mean that they weren't descending up on him.

But when he didn't feel anything on him, he opened an eye tentatively and peered at the swinging mass.

That. was. disgusting.

He swiveled his head, looking from Dima to the mangled pendulum and back to Dima. His stomach in knots, he had paled but had not moved.

Thornton seemed to be having a few problems with cobwebs and spiders and swinging pendulums, and Dima had nothing to do but watch. It didn't seem like the cleanest here, and he couldn't at all fathom why Thornton chose this room of all places to bring his cello. This couldn't be.... a PRACTICE room, right?

Was it safe to talk now?

"How come you're.... here?" Ew. "Wanna go practice somewhere else."

07-13-2015, 01:14 AM	#20 (permalink)
lemon DMLE Mackled Malaclaw Join Date: May 2010 Location: Wakanda Posts: 11,002 Hogwarts RPG Name: Annaliese Toussaint First Year x12 x12	Dani's Citrus Duck Spawn \| Mama Giraffe \| Lemon PATch \| Pushed the Red Button Quote: Originally Posted by AmbiguouslyMe Thornton was taking very slow, very careful steps backward so as not to disturb the webs or the spiders and to get out of there as quickly as possible. But upon hearing his name, he stopped short and turned his head. "Dima... shhhh," he said, raising a finger to his lips, as if sound would call down a shower of spiders on them both. He was about to take another step backward - a careful proposition with the instrument on his back - when something fell loose from the ceiling and the boy froze, squeezing his eyes shut, as if being unable to see the creepy crawlies would mean that they weren't descending up on him. But when he didn't feel anything on him, he opened an eye tentatively and peered at the swinging mass. That. was. disgusting. He swiveled his head, looking from Dima to the mangled pendulum and back to Dima. His stomach in knots, he had paled but had not moved. Thornton seemed to be having a few problems with cobwebs and spiders and swinging pendulums, and Dima had nothing to do but watch. It didn't seem like the cleanest here, and he couldn't at all fathom why Thornton chose this room of all places to bring his cello. This couldn't be.... a PRACTICE room, right? Was it safe to talk now? "How come you're.... here?" Ew. "Wanna go practice somewhere else." __________________ and so i took an axe to a mended fence.___________________.______._________________ __________________________________..____this is why we can't have nice things, darling.