His whisper is inaudible. The place seems magically quieted. Regardless, many of the eye designs "close."
The boy looks startled at the lack of noise and begins to claw at his throat, crying quietly. His sister doesn't seem to notice this because of the silence.
Technically, if he really tried to make noise, he could. It's quieted, not silenced.
His whisper is inaudible. The place seems magically quieted. Regardless, many of the eye designs "close."
The boy looks startled at the lack of noise and begins to claw at his throat, crying quietly. His sister doesn't seem to notice this because of the silence.
Technically, if he really tried to make noise, he could. It's quieted, not silenced.
There is another knock on the door.
The girl walks over and opens it, well tries too. (I think it was locked.)
His whisper is inaudible. The place seems magically quieted. Regardless, many of the eye designs "close."
The boy looks startled at the lack of noise and begins to claw at his throat, crying quietly. His sister doesn't seem to notice this because of the silence.
Technically, if he really tried to make noise, he could. It's quieted, not silenced.
There is another knock on the door.
The girl walks over and opens it, well tries too. (I think it was locked.)
*Here's a little secret: they haven't actually woken up yet. This door is unlocked.*
There is a wrapped present at the door. It has a design on the paper reminiscent of peacock feathers.
His whisper is inaudible. The place seems magically quieted. Regardless, many of the eye designs "close."
The boy looks startled at the lack of noise and begins to claw at his throat, crying quietly. His sister doesn't seem to notice this because of the silence.
Technically, if he really tried to make noise, he could. It's quieted, not silenced.
There is another knock on the door.
The girl walks over and opens it, well tries too. (I think it was locked.)
*Here's a little secret: they haven't actually woken up yet. This door is unlocked.*
There is a wrapped present at the door. It has a design on the paper reminiscent of peacock feathers.
She picks it up and runs back over to her brother, grinning. "Look Elias! It's pretty!" She chirps. Elias is curled in a ball, still covering his eyes.
The twins are pretty much awake at this point, having no idea where they ended up, but are trying to find a way back out. The little boy is weeping quietly, scared, while the little girl is holding his hand and trying to find the way out and back into the streets.
The twins are pretty much awake at this point, having no idea where they ended up, but are trying to find a way back out. The little boy is weeping quietly, scared, while the little girl is holding his hand and trying to find the way out and back into the streets.
The door to the outside is the only door that is locked. All of the windows have curtains over them. Bellhops with symbols of eyes on their faces keep trying to make them comfortable, offering them things like toys and treats.
The twins are pretty much awake at this point, having no idea where they ended up, but are trying to find a way back out. The little boy is weeping quietly, scared, while the little girl is holding his hand and trying to find the way out and back into the streets.
The door to the outside is the only door that is locked. All of the windows have curtains over them. Bellhops with symbols of eyes on their faces keep trying to make them comfortable, offering them things like toys and treats.
The girl seems less frightened of them but the little boy constantly hides behind his sister. "We want to go back outside!" She says to one of the bellhops.
The twins are pretty much awake at this point, having no idea where they ended up, but are trying to find a way back out. The little boy is weeping quietly, scared, while the little girl is holding his hand and trying to find the way out and back into the streets.
The door to the outside is the only door that is locked. All of the windows have curtains over them. Bellhops with symbols of eyes on their faces keep trying to make them comfortable, offering them things like toys and treats.
The girl seems less frightened of them but the little boy constantly hides behind his sister. "We want to go back outside!" She says to one of the bellhops.
"The door is locked, sorry. There's a courtyard if you want to go play. We even have a pool!"
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Technically, if he really tried to make noise, he could. It's quieted, not silenced.
There is another knock on the door.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The girl walks over and opens it, well tries too. (I think it was locked.)
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*Here's a little secret: they haven't actually woken up yet. This door is unlocked.*
There is a wrapped present at the door. It has a design on the paper reminiscent of peacock feathers.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She picks it up and runs back over to her brother, grinning. "Look Elias! It's pretty!" She chirps. Elias is curled in a ball, still covering his eyes.
πΎππ₯ π₯ππ π₯π π‘ π€ππππ, ππ π¦πππ π£π πππ€, π‘π π¦π£ π₯ππ π€ππ π₯ππ
π'π§π πππ€π€ππ π₯ππ π₯π¦ππ π π π₯π¦πππππ£π€ ππππππππ
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The vehicle slows to a stop in front of them
*explodes casually*
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π'π§π πππ€π€ππ π₯ππ π₯π¦ππ π π π₯π¦πππππ£π€ ππππππππ
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The twins are pretty much awake at this point, having no idea where they ended up, but are trying to find a way back out. The little boy is weeping quietly, scared, while the little girl is holding his hand and trying to find the way out and back into the streets.
πΎππ₯ π₯ππ π₯π π‘ π€ππππ, ππ π¦πππ π£π πππ€, π‘π π¦π£ π₯ππ π€ππ π₯ππ
π'π§π πππ€π€ππ π₯ππ π₯π¦ππ π π π₯π¦πππππ£π€ ππππππππ
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The door to the outside is the only door that is locked. All of the windows have curtains over them. Bellhops with symbols of eyes on their faces keep trying to make them comfortable, offering them things like toys and treats.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The girl seems less frightened of them but the little boy constantly hides behind his sister. "We want to go back outside!" She says to one of the bellhops.
πΎππ₯ π₯ππ π₯π π‘ π€ππππ, ππ π¦πππ π£π πππ€, π‘π π¦π£ π₯ππ π€ππ π₯ππ
π'π§π πππ€π€ππ π₯ππ π₯π¦ππ π π π₯π¦πππππ£π€ ππππππππ
π»πππ ππ ππ, ππππ π₯ππ π€ππ π¦π‘ π ππ π₯ππ
π»ππ§πππ ππ π’π¦ππππ€πππ'π€ πππ€π₯ππ£ π₯πππ π€ππππππ
The little girl and boy watch from a window, trying to get their attention.
πΎππ₯ π₯ππ π₯π π‘ π€ππππ, ππ π¦πππ π£π πππ€, π‘π π¦π£ π₯ππ π€ππ π₯ππ
π'π§π πππ€π€ππ π₯ππ π₯π¦ππ π π π₯π¦πππππ£π€ ππππππππ
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"The door is locked, sorry. There's a courtyard if you want to go play. We even have a pool!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels