 :3 • HuffleStud • Knight of The Zodiac • Manly Beard-Grower • Cicatrice de Harry •
Curtis could barely make out what was being said through the shelves. Sure, the place was relatively quiet but their voices were as well. This was annoying him. He wished he had a pair of those plugs to make their voices more audible from his distance, but he didn't. So instead, he pressed himself up against the shelf even more.
I’ll......with you...you want?
I'm fine, my.... fine Ewan........ I'll get .... your hair.
"What?" Curtis whispered aloud. They weren't making sense. He pressed his ear against the shelf a little more. Unbeknownst to him, the shelf was actually moving close to them... at a tilt. That tilt was leaning even more before he could stop himself.
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