[It was a slightly more thoughtful mumble than usual, honest.
Lucy tightened her grip on the knife only to make sure she wouldn't drop it, and started to walk forwards before her knee decided to stiffen up on her.
...she still wasn't over the knives thing. But that admission did make her think. The only thing Lucy could think of right now that she had that kind of attachment to was that beat up old suitcase, and—that stupid clock.]
...were any of them in places they're not supposed to be?
[Well, that malfunctioning clock probably belonged in the trash, but.]
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It could be spiders.]
Hm.
[It was a slightly more thoughtful mumble than usual, honest.
Lucy tightened her grip on the knife only to make sure she wouldn't drop it, and started to walk forwards before her knee decided to stiffen up on her.
...she still wasn't over the knives thing. But that admission did make her think. The only thing Lucy could think of right now that she had that kind of attachment to was that beat up old suitcase, and—that stupid clock.]
...were any of them in places they're not supposed to be?
[Well, that malfunctioning clock probably belonged in the trash, but.]