[ When the jerky does, in fact, rise up of its own accord again, Will watches it with open, slack-jawed awe. He swallows and scoots back, coming out of his crouch, when it shifts before disappearing.
He wouldn't call this fear, exactly, but the fact that impossible things keep happening makes him want to distrust his own senses. It leaves an acidic taste in his mouth, but as he looks over the room for any further signs of anything odd...
Did that chair...creak? Will jerks to look at it, but it's empty. Coming over to inspect it means he sees...a distinct smear on one dusty arm.
Instinctively, he touches it, smears the dust more himself with one cautious hand. ]
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He wouldn't call this fear, exactly, but the fact that impossible things keep happening makes him want to distrust his own senses. It leaves an acidic taste in his mouth, but as he looks over the room for any further signs of anything odd...
Did that chair...creak? Will jerks to look at it, but it's empty. Coming over to inspect it means he sees...a distinct smear on one dusty arm.
Instinctively, he touches it, smears the dust more himself with one cautious hand. ]