02-26-2020, 04:52 AM
"Hmm," he grumbles. Not a word, really, a mere thought given audible form, but still something that expressed the slightest of displeasure. He didn't say anything to call him out, though, because he was still busy cataloguing all that information he had sensed from just before the feline spoke. Scrunching down close to the floor, as if afraid, his breathing hitching, weight shifting away even as he didn't move. It didn't take much to see that he was very, very uncomfortable. So Abathur wouldn't say anything to inquire into what the excuses entailed, what business the ghost could possible have sans a house, instead just humming once more and saying, "Okay. Subject Beck can come around any time. Door is always open. Metaphorically." A brief beat. "Unless self isn't home." His tone was calm, as usual, the weight of whatever suffering he was undergoing still affecting it, but lightly, distracted from all the doom and gloom by focusing on all the sensory information the others gave off. An effective strategy, if nothing else, as he puzzled over the small little smile drawn on the floor. Was it a smile? He couldn't be sure of its exact form, but he was certainly sure of its nature, a placative gesture. It was nice. Thoughtful. He dipped his body in lieu of saying goodbye, and shifted his attention back to Aurum, should the other subject speak again.
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