The zombie bobs a nod at the thank you. It's what friends do. The zombie's hand comes up to touch the pocket, feeling that note there and imagining it has its very own heartbeat. Of course it doesn't - it's just a piece of paper, pulped, dead wood - but he's something of a romantic and it makes him feel better.
R doesn't hear the splashing at first. Doesn't register it the same way Howard does. What he does see is Howard's reaction, the Living boy suddenly behind him and close, inches away, almost as close as when he popped his eye back in. Something about this lack of distance doesn't feel the same.
Eventually he hears the splashing, too loud to be more of those fish with the fangs.
"Stay. I'll...look," R moans at Howard. One pale hand reaches back and pushes him back a step, maybe a bit more hard than he means to. Then he's slouching forward to meet that splashing sound, a determined hunch to his shoulders.
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The zombie bobs a nod at the thank you. It's what friends do. The zombie's hand comes up to touch the pocket, feeling that note there and imagining it has its very own heartbeat. Of course it doesn't - it's just a piece of paper, pulped, dead wood - but he's something of a romantic and it makes him feel better.
R doesn't hear the splashing at first. Doesn't register it the same way Howard does. What he does see is Howard's reaction, the Living boy suddenly behind him and close, inches away, almost as close as when he popped his eye back in. Something about this lack of distance doesn't feel the same.
Eventually he hears the splashing, too loud to be more of those fish with the fangs.
"Stay. I'll...look," R moans at Howard. One pale hand reaches back and pushes him back a step, maybe a bit more hard than he means to. Then he's slouching forward to meet that splashing sound, a determined hunch to his shoulders.