[ Billy's not noisy by nature - too much time trying to creep around unnoticed at school - but the bead curtains man that he's certainly not sneaking up on anyone. His meandering path through the house that night can be followed by the rustling as he passes through doorways, apparently bored enough to wander through what isn't a very large house.
He can't sleep.
Well, maybe he could if he tried. He doesn't want to try just yet, because - just because, he tells himself. Because he's not tired. Because there's a lot to do, like stumble over orange bird-men, which is what Billy's doing right now.
Later! For book times.
He can't sleep.
Well, maybe he could if he tried. He doesn't want to try just yet, because - just because, he tells himself. Because he's not tired. Because there's a lot to do, like stumble over orange bird-men, which is what Billy's doing right now.
He stops, awkwardly, in the door. ]
-Oh. Hey.