Bitch looked so peaceful, here. It was strange seeing her relax and rest so easily when, day-to-day, even before recent events, she seemed to be on edge to a degree that would drive most people to insanity. It wasn’t aggression or anxiety, exactly, but some combination of the two.
Not generally a healthy combination, especially when combined with trust issues.
Tattletale was playing some game on her mp3 player, I saw. The mosquitoes I’d placed discreetly on Brian’s back told me he was turning over constantly.
If he keeps this up, you might not have any mosquitoes left there anymore soon enough.
He was as restless and agitated in relaxation as Bitch was when awake.
Poor Brian. I wonder what he’s dreaming about. Or thinking about, if he hasn’t actually fallen asleep yet.
Imp, I could sense, was taking apart the teenager’s room, finding CDs and DVDs and holding them up by the window, maybe to see them in the light, as I was with my book.
Taylor must have quite a few bugs placed on everyone to be able to sense what they’re doing with this sort of precision.
I hadn’t known her to rest in the three days I’d known her.
1) We have a timeframe!
2) Sounds like a confirmation of the “restless disposition”.
I could almost believe she was one of the capes that didn’t need to sleep, but the theory would have felt a lot more tidy if I could connect it better to one of her powers.
Which are? Plural, I suppose.
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