Knife steps out of his room and, with a yawn, stretches his arms. "Well, that's got to be the best night's sleep I've had in years." He says, before looking both ways down the corridor. "You coming feather-brain?" He calls over his shoulder, causing Doug to poke his head out of the room. "Give it a rest with the 'feather-brain' joke will you? I mean fuck there's over using a joke and there's driving it into a cliff."
"You didn't answer my question."
"Yes, I'm coming mom."
"Good. Come on then, I wanna meet the neighbours."
Doug rolls his eyes (all seven of them) and squeezes through the door with little protest, then he and Knife walk off towards the lounge.
"You didn't answer my question."
"Yes, I'm coming mom."
"Good. Come on then, I wanna meet the neighbours."
Doug rolls his eyes (all seven of them) and squeezes through the door with little protest, then he and Knife walk off towards the lounge.
Sorry it's taken me 9 pages to post again, I've been away.