He opens his mouth as if to answer, but the words get caught in his throat as he freezes, eyes lifting skyward, darting this way and that, scanning for something he couldn’t see.
In a hushed tone: “Shh. Did you hear that?”
Another retort of the other’s height was about to leap out of the spirit’s mouth until he cut short along with the brunet. His jaw left a space in his lips as eyes attempted to search for the source of the anonymous sound. Gripping onto his wooden oak staff, his eyes targeting in multiple areas.
「❆」— “Yeah…” he breathed, “where do you think it’s coming from?”
