Dost thou even hoist?
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Dost thou even hoist?
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My muse has lost their memory, and at the sight of your muse starts to remember things
The young boy hadn't been permitted out of his room by order of his parents till he was able to regain some form of memory. But Norman couldn't keep himself held up in a room, his had already been stuck in for two days, how could he stay when he constantly heard talking outside the door?
He hesitantly pushed it open, peeking around the hall, before going down the left all in the clothing he'd slept in the night before. The young servant stared up at the paintings hung on the walls, looking forward every so often to avoid running into the few passing by ghosts that where in the hall way.
Ironically the one time he didn't look to check for ghosts, he walked right into one of the most important people in the whole castle, Princess Anna.
Quickly stumbling back he looked at the princess, blinking slightly as a small memory flooded to his eyes, "Princess Anna - " He said in a small voice
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Norman had decided to go to bed early, after staying up for three days, and taking his medication he couldn't really focus on much. The boy kept his window open as he did every night - despite the fact he'd managed to pop the screen out and have it land in the bushes, allowing every bug ever to enter his room, he still wanted it open it helped keep the room cool - as well as maybe would be a clear invitation for a friend of his to come and say hello.
He curled into his twin bed, pulling his knees close to his chest, trying to be as small as possible, hoping sleep would whisk him off quickly... Though he hadn't expected the cold chill and the slight tap on his back. Once Jack had tapped the boys shoulder to request entry to the bed Norman practically flew from the bed, landing hard on the floor with a small groan.
"Jack... Next time just call from the window alright?"
Norman requested pushing himself off the floor to remake his bed - first clicking on the lamp by his bed. -
"Wanna sleep over again?"
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