Mir had been contently getting her sleep when she was awoken by a very annoying song. Choosing to ignore it for a moment and hoping that whoever had such horrible tastes in music would cease the infernal racket. Then the voice of a familiar male, Amsel, started muttering and the sound of sheets crinkling around. "Why did he put an alarm for this time? Perhaps he has to go somewhere?" The doll's right amber colored eye curiously opened, but she bother moving yet. "If he plans on going anywhere, following him might prove to be of some interest," she considered, completely waking up from her slumber. However, the clear sound of the gun's ammunition clicking alerted the teen and she rose out of her sleeping position swiftly. Turning her head to face the white haired boy, the shorter strands of golden hair that framed her face lit the room sufficiently to see his face through the darkness. "What exactly are you planning to do at this hour, Amsel?" The sight of the gun didn't exactly scare the marionette, it seemed to be used for threatening purposes rather than to harm.
