[ Maybe it's just the way Alucard says it that raises the hairs on the back of his neck. He eyes the cracked door for a moment, considering, worrying at his lower lip with his teeth—and then, without much preamble, ghosts in front of Alucard, turning to an incorporeal phantom of shifting blue light but for the span of a single heartbeat.
Noctis returns to reality with his hand palm flat on the door, not enough to push it all the way open just yet. He glances over his shoulder and flashes Alucard a wan grin. ]
What, you scared of ghosts in the attic?
[ He peers through the crack into what little of the upstairs he can see for a moment longer ( just the rafters, mostly ), ignoring the way his heart tries to crawl into his throat as his imagination supplies what he can't. Then he relents, stepping aside and gesturing vaguely at the door. Casual. Like they're not breaking into somebody's stash of illicit wares. ]
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Noctis returns to reality with his hand palm flat on the door, not enough to push it all the way open just yet. He glances over his shoulder and flashes Alucard a wan grin. ]
What, you scared of ghosts in the attic?
[ He peers through the crack into what little of the upstairs he can see for a moment longer ( just the rafters, mostly ), ignoring the way his heart tries to crawl into his throat as his imagination supplies what he can't. Then he relents, stepping aside and gesturing vaguely at the door. Casual. Like they're not breaking into somebody's stash of illicit wares. ]
After you, Alfred.