There was a noise that was something like a baby ducky being trodden on only at least twice as tragic and Clay crumpled in his seat, one hand, honest-to-god, on his heart, â€œWhy would you say such<span style="font-style: italic">hurtful</span>things to the one you love!?â€ he equipped the most hysterical tone in his vocabulary , â€œI MOISURIZE YOU KNOW!!â€<br/>A little bit of faux sobbing into his sleeve was in order.<br/>Well, arms, bare, sparrowy arms.<br/>Despite scarcely existing there was still a shuffle of sound as Helena got up, Clay peered over the top of them as she went, milky eyes following her around the room, squinting in hope to get a handle on what book sheâ€™d been reading. Helena was a mysterious creature, surely intellectual, but fascinatingly quiet about itâ€¦ hell, he didnâ€™t know! Maybe it was Poltergeist the novel?<br/><br/>His eyes narrowed. Clay was nosy by nature and Boo brought out the very worst of him at the best of moments. You could even accuse her of encouraging him! Heaven tâ€™Betsy!<br/><br/>Clever girl she was ignored the amateur dramatics and made herself comfortable. On the other side of the room! Probably used to it by now, she knew the Clay drill.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"What in God's name are you doing up, anyway? I thought the undead was only supposed to come out at night. Or is that just superstition, too?â€</span><br/><br/>â€œNaw, my voodoo priest has let me have the day off,â€ he shrugged and started picking apart a piece of bacon absent mindedly, fat whites coming off in strings like wadded length of chewing gum, â€œTraffic, man! Loud enough to wake the dead!â€<br/><br/>Neighbour Drake wandered in, bowl balanced in one hand. Clayâ€™s grin cracked about three inches wider all at once. What time was it? Right on time! Ha! Ahahaha!<br/>He shifted in his chair, lurching over the arm to watch Wonder-wings make his debut.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Hey, asshole! Thanks for the wake up call this morning!"</span><br/><br/>Clay cracked up, â€œMorning sweet pea! How much did we burn? Did we lose the curtains or what!? Iâ€™m looking to beat my high score!â€