[fattydingdongs problems prevail over everything else... but the continued rummaging around and catching that unmistakable voice a second time is enough for him to put his book down and nearly trip over his feet on the way to his door. he opens it quietly though, almost like he'd scare the illusion away if he was too loud.
he descends the staircase just as silently, and it's only when he approaches the kitchen that he makes a noise. his hand rests against the wall, but he doesn't enter the space itself, looking kind of dazed and sounding as out of it as he looks.]
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he descends the staircase just as silently, and it's only when he approaches the kitchen that he makes a noise. his hand rests against the wall, but he doesn't enter the space itself, looking kind of dazed and sounding as out of it as he looks.]
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