[Kid at least stops pressing his hands over his ears when he realizes he's not hallucinating the song again, returning to his usual stance of coughing into his sleeve, his remaining eye peering down the hall warily. The bandaging over the empty eye socket of what would be his right eye has seen better days, but he's got nothing with him to fix it with and even if he did he had no energy to bother doing so with.]
Thank you. [Against the all-white halls, Kid looks miniature. And despite England's comment:] You'd not be odd if y'didn't sing that song. [Pressed against the wall, where Kid has spent much of his time travelling the halls and therefore ensuring he would be at least a little bit more difficult to sneak up on.] Some of us have been hearing it for days now.
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Thank you. [Against the all-white halls, Kid looks miniature. And despite England's comment:] You'd not be odd if y'didn't sing that song. [Pressed against the wall, where Kid has spent much of his time travelling the halls and therefore ensuring he would be at least a little bit more difficult to sneak up on.] Some of us have been hearing it for days now.