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[kovach]

[ after attempting to follow some small footprints from the dining room, kovacs briefly hears some strange and suspicious laughter that echoes out for only a short time before it's gone.

— the fuck? ]

Has anyone heard some creepy fucking kids giggling in the hallways?

Or seen some tiny feet trailing around?

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[bossily]

Maybe. But for now, I suppose we ought to focus on the ghosts.

[She agrees, the corner of her mouth curling upward. Her gaze holds his for a moment before she pulls back, hand slipping down into his. She's the one leading as they head off down the hallway once again, though she doesn't necessarily have to tug him along after her anymore. He just seems ready to follow at her pace.]