[The stranger wasn't leaving. That was bad. But the stranger was also strangely familiar, with a coaxing, gentle voice that promised nothing (and that was good, because he'd rather have nothing than lose something). And it was true, too, that he couldn't hide forever--it was a flimsy hiding place, one he could probably blow away with a gust of wind if he tried.
So, after a moment's hesitation...he poked his head out. Not coming out all the way, oh no, not quite yet. But he was visible now, at least. And staring quietly (warily) at the owner of the room.]
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Date: 2014-04-09 08:56 pm (UTC)So, after a moment's hesitation...he poked his head out. Not coming out all the way, oh no, not quite yet. But he was visible now, at least. And staring quietly (warily) at the owner of the room.]