[Under the usual circumstances, that sultry, rich tone was a source of warmth and comfort for the shade. This time it sends a chill, bitter as that bloody snow through him, freezing him in place.
Vicious stares forward for several long moments, clutching the rosary in his lap and bunching it up among the sheets. He knows he's been caught already, but the motion was instant, like a little boy hiding the cookie he'd just stolen from the cookie jar.]
Ah... Ha-ha... G-good morning, dearest.
[Trying desperately to remain calm and casual, he straightens up and finally turns his head to face the goblin, attempting an amiable smile.]
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Vicious stares forward for several long moments, clutching the rosary in his lap and bunching it up among the sheets. He knows he's been caught already, but the motion was instant, like a little boy hiding the cookie he'd just stolen from the cookie jar.]
Ah... Ha-ha... G-good morning, dearest.
[Trying desperately to remain calm and casual, he straightens up and finally turns his head to face the goblin, attempting an amiable smile.]
Did I wake you?