The repeated knocks are interesting, and it's evidence that it wasn't just a single, weird coincidence. But as the whisper hits him, Garrot's entire body tenses up as he whirls around, his back to the door, his head looking to the left and right as if he were a child nervous about crossing the street.
"I-in your room!" There's a nervous edge to his voice, because what the actual fuck. But he steels himself and turns back towards the door, because the monsters are supposed to be allies, as weird as disembodied voices are. "I'm the Monkey Knight." He knocks again, mostly just to see what happens. "We need to talk. About you, this year, and the eleventh year." Of course he has questions about his father's death. She was there, after all. And he can't back down just because he was creeped out this early.
"Is now a good time to talk, or are you busy?" At least he's being polite!
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The repeated knocks are interesting, and it's evidence that it wasn't just a single, weird coincidence. But as the whisper hits him, Garrot's entire body tenses up as he whirls around, his back to the door, his head looking to the left and right as if he were a child nervous about crossing the street.
"I-in your room!" There's a nervous edge to his voice, because what the actual fuck. But he steels himself and turns back towards the door, because the monsters are supposed to be allies, as weird as disembodied voices are. "I'm the Monkey Knight." He knocks again, mostly just to see what happens. "We need to talk. About you, this year, and the eleventh year." Of course he has questions about his father's death. She was there, after all. And he can't back down just because he was creeped out this early.
"Is now a good time to talk, or are you busy?" At least he's being polite!