*doesn’t say anything for a moment, but then clears his throat and asks her* What are these boxes for?
-hops off the bed with a gasp and kneels in front of it; lifts up its ‘skirt’(?) to see Thomas- Excuse you! There’s private stuff in there -pushes the boxes away from him-
I didn’t know if I was allowed to talk or come out.
Usually Lloyd takes a shower when he gets back home but I can’t hear anything…
*starts looking under the bed and finds another box and a small journal; looks at the items but doesn’t open anything*
-goes to sit on the edge of the bed, trying to hear Lloyd’s whereabouts but then remembers Thomas; whispers- …You’re awfully quiet down there.
*goes silent again; brushes his hand against the picture box at one point and looks at it curiously*
-mutters to herself- Rule of third… He’s bound to come again…
*also whispering* I panicked.
You’re officially the person with the weirdest reactions in regards to any type of stress… -rolls her eyes and footsteps approach again-
Lloyd: -opens the door- Uh, yeah, the TV was closed and I’m still hearing voices! -stares at her-
Freya: Lloyd, it’d be really great if you knocked before entering, you know? -gets up- And we have neighbors who have lives too, you know? Not everybody is asleep at this time of night…
Lloyd: -squints his eyes- …You’re up to something, aren’t you?
Freya: -stammering- N-No I’m not, now s-stop and go away!
Lloyd: -huffs and leaves-
*doesn’t move or say a word*
-sighs of relief when the door closes; still whispering- Why did you have to bang yourself around for?
*whispers back* Hiding. *is panting but then tries to suppress it when he hears Lloyd’s voice*
Freya: -whispers again- Well, you’re doing a terrible—
Lloyd: -walks in her room at this instant- …Who are you talking to?
Freya: -gasps in surprise, turning her full attention to Lloyd- N-No one… No one at all, why?
Lloyd: -glances around her room- I heard voices.
Freya: Probably just the TV? I think I left it on, you should go check!
Lloyd: …okay -closes the door as he leaves-
*drops to the floor, banging his bad shoulder, then frantically crawls under the bed, hitting his head on her bed frame; grits his teeth, trying not to yelp out in pain*
-does that loud whisper thing- What the fuck are you doing?
Lloyd: -in the distance- Freya? -steps coming closer and closer-