Gyre moves into the house a few more cautious steps, and begins to pile all the pillows and blankets down where Seth put his. He's trying to keep the tension out of his shoulders, but he's definitely tense.

"They'd get bored...?" He casts a glance around the place again, feeling this unsure terror grip his chest that these might all have some kind of intelligence. Were they robots? Ghosts possessing imperfect forms? Fuck, Seth, this is a whole hell of a thing!