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                ------------  a low croon as he surveyed his new surroundings with a hint of curiosity, dress shoes hitting the floorboards beneath him with a dull  t h u d.   He couldn’t explain the sudden alteration in scenery;   one moment he’d been walking the streets of New York in search of fresh meat and the next he’d been whisked to a foreign house.

               Oh...  was this a summoning?   Is this what it feels like to be summoned?

               -------------  arched eyes blinked owlishly before they swivelled to look at the man before him, a frame just shy of nine feet tall looming over him like a shadow.   He appeared surprised, clueless even, though Edgar wouldn’t make any wagers.  To have summoned him at all, he had to know something--  or at least possess some sort of knowledge.

                                ❝ ... hello, you.  Could you not have waited until morning? ❞

                ------------  a chipper baritone, one laced with both inquisition and accusation.                 What could be so important that he needed to speak with him right now?

—  ❝ So what space age adventure have you been off too ?? ❞ Usually, there was a bit of a jump and excitement in Curly’s words whenever he came to greet his friend. After all, he had the same energy that could be marked as the equivalent to a pack of fireworks. Yet, there was an amount of reserved excitement in his words at that moment as he came to open the bakery’s door which had been locked for the evening. Even if he was ready to burst at the seams with giddiness, swing the door wide open and pull Murr inside, he contained himself for just a second as he offered nothing more than a wide smile. It had been a while. He wasn’t exactly sure HOW long it had been, for who actually kept the track of time, but it had definitely been a while. Besides, there was no telling what his friend had been off doing or if he even wanted to TALK about what had happened. Regardless, Curly was always ready to hear Murr out, no matter what he had to say. At the end of the day, thats what friends do, no ?? Pulling the door open even further, Curly simply motioned for him to enter.

❝ I’m guessing it must’ve been crazy important for you to dip out on our ghost adventures !! ❞

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                ❝ Yeah, baby, I know. ❞

                His smoke was propped between his lips, crimson gaze focused on the garden below.  There were a few mingling party-goers on the fringes of the patio, but the main noise was coming from inside the house.  With a smile, Murr shuffled along the roof--  just in case Curly wanted to come and sit outside with him for a few minutes.

     but he wouldn’t deny that his interest has been  PIQUED.   he wasn’t much for movies really--  much preferred plays, musicals and books if he was being honest--  but earth was home to a whole array of titles that he’d never even  HEARD  OF,  nevermind seen.   it was this intrigue that pushed him headfirst into a desirous lust for fun;  not knowing what to expect of human cinema was truly half of the appeal, he’d argue.

     ❝ i’ll  be  fine.   no  worries. ❞   he made a gesture with his arm--  a long sweeping motion as if feeling over the cases of lined-up DVDs.   ❝ i  ain’t  too  fussy.   so  long  as  i  can  make  some  tea,  ya  can  put  whatever  ya  want  on.   i’ve  never  seen  any’a  this  shit  befer,  so  even  a  ‘classic  that  everybody’s  seen’  is  a  good  choice. ❞

     of course, if there were any titles surrounding  SPIDERS,  he’d be more than a little insistent that they watched something else--  while still trying to appear  cool  of course.   murr didn’t have many fears, but he certainly had a phobia surrounding arachnids.   ugly-ass things.

     as curly opened the door and let him in, he carried a bag full of things into his kitchen and set it down on the table.  )

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