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"And two," she continued, "What was I, invisible the past few days that I've been sleeping here?!"
The man (ooc: singular =P pardon if it was confusing) smiled at her, a smile that seemed rare in his face: of true amusement. "We have seen you. We have been observing you. But don't you worry. This place is big and some of them never wake unless in new or full moon.
"I and some others, however," he gestured up in an aloof, even bored gesture, "have been awake the whole time. We just have never crossed paths."
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"Little ones come first before what, before you?"
"Before the big ones, of course." He smiled simply.
He had begun walking past her. "Yes, it's a very appropriate location. The light may never reach us." He went down a corridor, expecting her to follow.
As they went, they passed by one person wearing a bucket for a hat ("
As I was going to sell my eggs, I met a man with bandy legs, bandy legs and crooked toes, I tripped up his heels, and he fell on his nose.")
They entered a new room. This one looked like the principal's office. It sat on the center, a big dark desk; plus a knocked over metal file cabinet, a broken pendulum clock striking 2:32pm and more water.
There was another occupant. A gaunt, thin old woman holding something wrapped on blankets on her arms. She had a kind of lost look on her face, and quickly turned away and to a corner when she saw the two, still rocketing the thing on her arms.
The man walked up to her and, gently, guided her back to the middle of the room. Then lead her to a chair to sit her down. He addressed the young woman now, "I'll treat you tonight."
The woman had teeth marks on the side of her neck.