[ the minute he sees movement stop in front of the door, his heart leaps. it had to be the skeletons, or worse— and something was urging him to hide. falco was never one to ignore a gut instinct.
the closet and bathroom would corner him, for certain. if he remained somewhere he could dash out of while it went elsewhere, then . . .
the boy chooses to hide himself and his egg underneath the bed, sliding himself into the space and huddling confetti close. an attempt to steady and hold his breath in three, two— ]
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the closet and bathroom would corner him, for certain. if he remained somewhere he could dash out of while it went elsewhere, then . . .
the boy chooses to hide himself and his egg underneath the bed, sliding himself into the space and huddling confetti close. an attempt to steady and hold his breath in three, two— ]