Guess who's heard about their birthday? It!´s Sophia!
Cue the blonde looking around for them, occasionally calling their name in an attempt to find where they were hiding.
Scratching, clawing. Even biting on one occasion. Their fascination with the vent covering was strong and all they wanted was to get in. But with a harsh jolt along with a series of squeaks Ennard fully leant back, remaining seated though their entire upper body was now touching the ground. Who was calling them this time and why?
"..oh it's our creation day again." Their previous "playing" with the vent cover changed suddenly to the clown simply ripping it off and throwing it aside. "What is it? We are busy finding a way to hunt someone."