"Mhm, that's what I thought."
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He grinned at her. "Well, goodnight." He brushed away the chicken scratch on the ground and leaned back, looking perfectly comfortable, and smiled.
(Time Skip?)
(Sure!)
She giggled to herself, just watching him quietly. She had always held a fascination of watching people while they slept, as creepy as it sounded.
(Not creepy at all…)
Draven stood pacing. It was Thursday, and the delivery was soon. He bit his lip, staring at the girl in the other cell for a moment before starting to pace again. He glanced at the clock outside the cell. 3:57 am. A few more hours left.
Ivy had somehow managed to fall asleep on her padded floor, although her sleep was quite restless. She hadn't slept peacefully since her first victim.
He groaned and ran his hands through his hair. God, this was taking so long! He poked at the wall, mentally reviewing his plans.
Finally, she awoke, giving up on a peaceful sleep. She sat up slowly, stretching and running her hands through her hair. She sighed quietly, why couldn't she ever sleep anymore?
They'll be focused on "Michelle." Perkins usually unlocks the cells to let us have some "out" time. We can easily get into the truck.
She glanced up at him, wondering what he was thinking. She stared for a moment, tracing his face with her eyes before tearing her gaze away. She shouldn't be staring, what if he saw her?
He didn't feel it. He was too deep in thought, eyebrows furrowed, a look on concentration on his face. Then he blinked and glanced at the clock. 4:03 am.
"I'd ask why you've been staring at that wall for a solid five minutes without blinking but I don't think I want to know." She giggled softly.