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72; action/written

[Dogs always seem to be the first to know - just after the psychics and the fortune telling birds. In the middle of the night, Ein perks up from Spike's floor, ears flattening almost immediately as his attention snaps to the door. Ordinarily this would be followed by a low warning growl and a bark once whoever was on the outside stood too close.

But there is no sound.

Seeing that Ein is a smart dog, he does what any loyal roommate would do in a moment of distress: he disturbs his highly-prized sleep to get him to see what the hell is going on. When gentle nudging of a cold nose against his fingertips does nothing to stir Spike from his spot on the couch, and with immediate danger no doubt just outside, Ein bites down on the soft flesh of his unguarded hand.

This has the effect one would expect, with an awake but definitely angry Spike prepared to throw whatever is near and yell obscenities his way. Ein's muted bark of a response makes him pause though, and his expression turns amused despite the pain in his hand. So the mutt finally picked up a loss. Served him right.

But before he can taunt, his attention is drawn to a shadow that goes by the bottom edge of his door, eerily silent. Moving slowly, he reaches for the gun from his side table and rises to check on the source of Ein's paranoia.

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[Later... Written with an agitated hand (or maybe that's just his handwriting).]

Should have been careful about wishing for peace and quiet.

[...Nope. Not as funny on paper. Besides that, his hand hurts. It'll be easier just to check on a few rooms in person to see if they're alive; and if he runs into whatever is causing this on the way, even better.]

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[Yep...somebody else is quite pissed at this recent development.]

You really should be more careful what you wish for.

You'd think that would be the first lesson you learn.

I guess we are all entitled to a little slip up now and again.

It is what makes us human after all.

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You're taking it well.

I'm starting to see the bright side.

What's that?

That I don't have to listen to any boring whining from residents.

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Don't tell me this is all your fault.

[Wow... She's mad enough to underline.]

It could have been hypothetical.

You sure didn't phrase it that way.

It doesn't help that I may have left off the 'peace' part.

[She's not amused.]

Is there anything you don't think is funny?

Maybe not laugh out loud funny.

[He's actually more annoyed than amused, but hey. Castle bullshit is hard to muster up the anger towards some days.

Still. He should check to see that she's not freaking out. It's hard to tell without hearing her tone.]

Did it interrupt your singing?

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Oh, should be be thanking you for this?

[Well this makes him feel better about his handwriting - and he's injured, so he has an excuse.]

Probably just a weird coincidence.

[Feel much better. Howl has zero excuse baring lack of effort]

If it's not, might I suggest finding a good bunker somewhere?

Is there a storm coming in?

A storm of angry people unhappy their voices are wished away. You should look outside. The natives are restless.

That didn't take long.

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[ Oh that shadow could be ominous, depending on how you look at it. The furious knocking should be less so, possibly more panicked. ]

[He keeps his gun at the ready until the knocking starts and lowers the chance of it being an assassin. It's behind his back when he answers the door, but his expression shifts towards confusion at the unlikely suspect standing in front of him.

But Anne can have her unpredictable moods, and he usually doesn't have a choice but to react to them. Without asking, he sees the urgency and steps aside for her to enter. If she's being chased, bad enough to come to him, she can tell him inside.]

[ Yes that's good (because she wouldn't want to be seen by a resident even now), because she rushes right in, fully dressed as she hadn't yet gotten ready for bed. Her nights have been later here, with no real responsibilities to attend to for so long and so much heavy drinking in the evening. So really, she could just be an insane drunk, you never know.

Once inside, though, she nearly doubles over, hand against her belly as she tries desperately to catch her breath. She did a lot of running, and fucking stairs. She just is too unsure about the elevator, knowing how often that machine has gotten stuck. ]

[That was a dramatic entrance. Spike gives the hallway one more glance, and when he sees nothing else, he shuts and locks the door. While she's catching her breath, he takes the opportunity to discreetly put the gun away.

When she seems to be taking a moment getting over whatever freaked her out, he doesn't push, not even allowing his imagination to get the best of him. Instead he sits back down on the couch and gives her time to come around.]

[ Try wearing a corset while running, and then call it dramatic when you nearly faint, buddy.

She glares at him through her hair, though, seeing him sit and just leaving there. He wouldn't even try to offer her a seat, as distressed and breathless as she is? ]

[Considering how much she appreciated the last time he got too close to her, he thought she might enjoy the space. But when she doesn't scream at him, it starts to be apparent that something else is off here.

"What is it?" -- he mouths, when to his surprise, not even a whisper comes out. "What... Hey!" More mouthing, this time with his hand going to his throat. He glances to where Ein ran off, accusingly. Shit, it's contagious.

Letting out a forceful breath, he points to himself. Is this what she's upset over?]

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