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The cluttering noises soon turned into sounds of items being thrown. Slamming and stomping... And the walls counted each beat and echoed it throughout. The racket, anything but soothing to Sylia, caused her to stir and noise form her throat.
" Ｗｈａｔ．．． ｉｓ．．． ？ " She began to question, cooing and stretching with each leg fully extended. A scary sight to see, but nothing compared to what was down the hall. Minutes went by, and she waited on her sill. The crashes came and went, and, slowly, her curiosity shot down potential suspects. It was unlikely that someone had broken in. They'd be up at the front where she was, hoarding what may be left in the register, and cleaning out the prizes.... Course, it wasn't as if she was completely familiar of the rest of the rooms.
Crawling down and sticking closer to the barrier between the eating area and the open hall, she made her way towards the vibrations.