Re: Eddie's dorm room: Ghost!Ed & Cat
[Right, he shared a room with Gotham's richest teen. How could she forget? But she had, at least until that moment. And maybe that curiosity of hers extended a little, long enough for her to scan the neat side of the room with mossy green eyes. She was looking for something to steal, of course. It was nothing more than that. Not even a hint of true interest.
But that feeling, pins and needles and hairs standing along the nape of her neck, and it drew her back to her reason for breaking into this sanctity of boy.
She walked toward the television, screen dark, and she didn't flinch when the door closed behind her. She wasn't scared of anything, or so she reminded herself, and she refused to look up when the light overhead pinged. It was just a light, and no big deal, and she'd almost convinced herself when the television talked to her.
And maybe she startled.] отвали, мудак, бля!
[She backed up until she was soundly on the nearly-unused side of the room, and the backs of her knees met with that neat bed. She sat, because the other option was running, and she wasn't a coward. She stared at that static-glitch crackle.] You're talking from inside the television. I can't believe I said that.