[ Being called after, instead of looking back by way of over its shoulder, the sheep looks down through its feet. Consequently, it does a lazy somersault through the air. It's like this thing is living in zero-g. ]
Well sure I do!
[ It sounds cheerful, if bemused. The gold eyes dart over Alastor's shoulder, towards the desk. The voice becomes more of a stage whisper. ]
Hey, if you're going to look over there, just be careful not to wake him up, okay?
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Well sure I do!
[ It sounds cheerful, if bemused. The gold eyes dart over Alastor's shoulder, towards the desk. The voice becomes more of a stage whisper. ]
Hey, if you're going to look over there, just be careful not to wake him up, okay?