[The whispered mantra was faint, but clear all the same in the comparative silence of the room. Jake forgets his own manners, watching her thoughtfully as the blob seemed to pulse in time. Breathing.
His ears perk up, caught, at Rita's admonishment. Without a beat's hesitation, those same ears grow and cover his eyes completely, snapping into a sort of self-made face mask.]
Right, yeah--[Jake begins, going the extra mile and turning around as well.] Privacy's all yours, hon.
[That's not to say he doesn't listen, though. That mantra felt too familiar not to.]
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His ears perk up, caught, at Rita's admonishment. Without a beat's hesitation, those same ears grow and cover his eyes completely, snapping into a sort of self-made face mask.]
Right, yeah--[Jake begins, going the extra mile and turning around as well.] Privacy's all yours, hon.
[That's not to say he doesn't listen, though. That mantra felt too familiar not to.]