[ he rolls his eyes. what an arduous process. mejojo remains entirely still, pressing his back further into the tree. he needs to isolate her, make sure he's not doing this for everyone to wake up to.
he reaches for a rock — only to then fling it near the home of tales. it hits the window with a thud.
[It works. She falls for the distraction, she hears the thud. For a moment she stares at the House of Tales, unsure if she should go get something to attack just in case, but in the end she decides there's no time to waste. Taking a deep breath and calming herself down now that she had a concrete place to go to, she straightened up as much as she could and walked to the House of Tales, opening the door.
She hears nothing from inside, and a quick glance everywhere reveals nothing. Frowning, Esther enters, carelessly leaving the door open behind her. She approaches the fireplace, trying to see into the shadows for any indication someone was here.
[ she's in. he heaves a breath, not out of anxiety or exhaustion, but relief. the process should go about much more smoothly now. the tip of his tail flickers with anticipation, and he treads slowly, quickly creeping into the house and taking cover behind a bookshelf.
the door is promptly closed behind him. he doesn't quite care if she sees him now — but he's a cat. it's in his nature to play tom and jerry. ]
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he reaches for a rock — only to then fling it near the home of tales. it hits the window with a thud.
now to play the waiting game. ]
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She hears nothing from inside, and a quick glance everywhere reveals nothing. Frowning, Esther enters, carelessly leaving the door open behind her. She approaches the fireplace, trying to see into the shadows for any indication someone was here.
There's nothing.]
A LITERAL WEEK LATER...
the door is promptly closed behind him. he doesn't quite care if she sees him now — but he's a cat. it's in his nature to play tom and jerry. ]