still feels a pang of guilt coursing through his body, doesn’t like to involve others in his childish antics; let alone his own sister whom needed her own rest. reaches back to grasp at pillow, pulling it free from behind himself, lightly tossing it her way ( with intention of hitting her square in the face. )
❛ y’ain’t getting anymore. they’re still mine. ❜
“Or it’s a real thin wall.”
They spend all day together with each other anyway- his company never ceases to be enjoyable despite the circumstance. Barking out a surprise laugh as the soft rectangle hits her face on, hands guiding it behind her body seconds later; wriggling under his covers.
her words soothe a frantic mind, instilling peace that would not USUALLY come duringsuch nights. has to wonder if he can ever find it in himself to tell her how much she manages to help him, keep him calm. even nods at the offer, shifting gaze onto window, where curtains remain SHUT. dares not to open them at night ( it could let the monsters in! )
❛ i mean… yeah, it’d be cool. it’ll be nice to see it with somebody else for once. ❜
“Thin wall, huh??”
He’s not a talented liar- their Brother having been gifted the silver tongue; it’s like reading an open book at times, rationality never fading from her mind. Monsters aren’t real- but that doesn’t mean the dark isn’t scary. Smile lighting up the shadow fogged room, bony fingers gesture wildly to one of his many pillows ( assuming he won’t miss one!! ); already shuffling under cotton sheets.
“Gimme that!!! If we’re going to be here all night, I want some cover!!!”
“ Look who finally decided to escape from the kids corner and come over to greet me! “ Hand grasped onto the neck of his guitar, swinging it over his shoulder and holding the weight there ; almost as if he was trying to come off as more
intimidating
( there was nothing ‘ intimidating ‘ about a man who entertains children while singing and dancing ) . The sound of his dress shoes clicking on the wood filled her ears, until he jumped downwards from the stage, meeting his full height with her own. “ What do I owe the honor? “
Tall or not- toys are not frightening for the Mangle, tattered jazz shoes muted against the sound of new- updated character shoes. “I didn’t decide anything- I’ve been busy.” Tone clipped && eyes level, it’s only a matter of seconds before the sternness is snapped. “I’m looking for someone- “
even though he’s completely aware it’s her, francis can’t help but FLINCH at the movements, instinctively cowering away; fingers digging harsh in both fabric and plush. it takes a few seconds for COMPOSURE to return, and the moment he’s calm does a sigh of relief slip free.
❛ i don’t think i can… it’s too creepy. thank you though. you can go back to sleep if you wanna. ❜
“You weren’t, our rooms are just close together!!!”
Instead of taking offense to what could appear to be a lack of trust- the girl keeps a calm aura, knowing over-exposure to their cruel brother could leave a Monk tetchy.
“Nah, I’m fine. You wanna watch the sun come up, that’d be pretty cool right?”
