[Oona shivers a little as well, though her threshold for coldness was typically higher than most people, that she knew of. She can feel a little safer and warmer within the circle of his arm, but her eyes narrow sharply as she glances around.
Something felt off--maybe it was more based on an animalistic instinct than actual evidence, but there was just something...]
Is not supposed to be that cold, yes? [From somewhere further off there's the sound of giggling that certainly doesn't seem in place with the aesthetic of the haunted house. Oona, who had shifted from clutching to his arm to around his waist when he'd put his arm around her, straightens tensely.] Eh, something is... [Not right. Not right at all.]
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Something felt off--maybe it was more based on an animalistic instinct than actual evidence, but there was just something...]
Is not supposed to be that cold, yes? [From somewhere further off there's the sound of giggling that certainly doesn't seem in place with the aesthetic of the haunted house. Oona, who had shifted from clutching to his arm to around his waist when he'd put his arm around her, straightens tensely.] Eh, something is... [Not right. Not right at all.]