(( I'll always think of him as Selena's dad. xD Or George's boss...
omg, longest, most USELESS post ever. SIGH. excuse me while I bore you (and myself) to death. ))
“Good,” he whispered.
As Hugo crept away, he cast one last glance at Sterling’s slumbering form before slipping from the room as quietly as possible. The door was shut with a whisper of a click behind him.
Now, onto skull searching!
The eager Light stared down the length of the hallway, hands resting determinedly (or dramatically) on his hips. Right! Time to fetch Sterling’s things from his room. As to where Sterling’s room was - that wasn’t the one behind him - he hadn’t a clue. Well, yes he did. It was near the bathroom. Nodding to himself, Hugo started down the hall.
…wait, where was the bathroom?
It took twice getting lost, having to start back where he had begun, and a process of elimination ( i. e. opening and closing doors in search of an inhabited room) before he found the bathroom alone. Then, once he had found the bathroom, he decided to reward himself with a nice little bath. What? He wasn’t allowed to deviate from his task even a bit? A good half an hour later and Hugo was back in the hall, smelling distinctly of sugar cookies and rubbing the thick, gathered cord of his hair with a towel.
“All this for one skull is almost not worth it,” he muttered, letting himself through a random door; luck was finally on his side. Upon intuition alone, he knew this room to be Sterling’s old one. It was much smaller than the one he had taken for his own now, but still comfortable, homey. The bed was plush and the dresser was ornate - perhaps too much for the Kurai. He toyed with the knobs and started on the arduous task of gathering all of Sterling’s things. He tried not to regret offering his assistance in the first place.
Every article was inspected, folded with the meticulous care of a blind monkey, and tossed on the bed atop the blanket Hugo assumed was Sterling’s. Books were rifled through, written off as boring, and stacked next to the messy pile of sweaters. James was all but forgotten as the Light tried to figure out a means of transportation for the Kurai’s stuff. He needed a box. Maybe he could pull out a drawer, tie the curtain cord to it, and drag it down the hall like a makeshift sled… hm.
Hugo flopped onto the bed as he had done earlier, thoroughly pooped from all of his searching. And that’s when he was reminded of the fact that his bonded kept storage under the bed. Grabbing the ends, he dragged himself across the comforter and swung upside down, damp hair hitting the ground with a ‘splat’. Balancing himself, he plucked at the skirt and peered underneath. Well, there certainly wasn’t enough room for storage -- ooh, what was that. Hooves digging into the comforter, Hugo reached beneath the bed and dragged out a box - not big enough to carry all of that junk, but--
Bone white and larger than he had imagined, the infamous horse’s skull was nestled inside of its crate as silent and innocent as could be. Even so, Hugo couldn’t help his startled shriek, hands tearing away from the box as though he had been burned. He ducked onto the bed.
Talking about skulls and seeing a skull were two different matters entirely. It was like seeing a bizarre x-ray of yourself, horn shaved off and sun bleached. It took him a solid minute to tame his heart, and another thirty seconds to regroup, but when he had, he peeked over the side of the bed to find two very large, very empty eye sockets staring back at him.
“You must be James. You're a lot uglier than I had imagined.”
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