Well, he's had thoughts that opened up the possibility of how the walls are moving here. One idea was that they might be mechanical - someone mentioned that - but he's offered alternatives based on in-the-moment observations, namely a supernatural/magical sort of option. I know it kind of requires a suspension of disbelief, but when you run out of possibilities you kind of have to look outside the box
Have they ever moved in a way that seemed almost purposeful way? I mean the doorknob biting you, even if not a wall, kind of fits that.
You would be surprised how easy it is for me to suspend disbelief, mate.
( It's hard not to be good at it when one is a human girl one day and then the next, she's a mermaid. Plus...Ben has tentacles and has been dead for years until now, so... )
Yeah. There was that. There's something else that happened when we were walking down a hallway. It was like that whole first day was trying to force the two of us to sort of...overshare...with one another, in a way drown us at every turn.
It does make me wonder if there's any sort of awareness in the house itself or observation and manipulation going on with some of the purposeful things. Then again it could just be reading too much into it too.
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Well, the walls sort of move of their own accord, seems to me, so it makes sense that it would happen more often than we'd prefer.
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Have they ever moved in a way that seemed almost purposeful way? I mean the doorknob biting you, even if not a wall, kind of fits that.
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( It's hard not to be good at it when one is a human girl one day and then the next, she's a mermaid. Plus...Ben has tentacles and has been dead for years until now, so... )
Yeah. There was that. There's something else that happened when we were walking down a hallway. It was like that whole first day was trying to
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