...Wait. Doug looked at the floor, frowning and looking so, so very confused. "You're... dead..." he replied slowly, finger pointing absent-mindedly to her as he continued to stare at the floor, as if that had the answer. He finally did allow himself to look back upwards, eyebrows knitted in questioning.
"You don't look dead," he finally added, just as hesitantly, tilting his head a bit. And she didn't. Because dead people didn't tend to move. Except for those ones in the morgue. He shuddered a bit at the memory. Those were out to get him. Those jumped off the shelves to attack him and break both his feet.
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Date: 2007-03-11 02:26 pm (UTC)"You don't look dead," he finally added, just as hesitantly, tilting his head a bit. And she didn't. Because dead people didn't tend to move. Except for those ones in the morgue. He shuddered a bit at the memory. Those were out to get him. Those jumped off the shelves to attack him and break both his feet.