Ghosty
...Scary
A calloused fingertip caressed the metal key within Phillip's dampening grasp, his bones rattled within him and drugged his muscles in a way which caused them to inexplicably tremble without restraint. His rhythmic steps continued to falter along the uneven pathway and the clattering heels of the sheep beside him accented his position upon the school grounds.
"Benji, you're not a race horse, slow..."The young man whined, his vocals soft and like that of a child's. "The room number is," his ragged nail scrapped a crossed the keys surface until he found the engravemnt and announced it, "340. Do you think you can get us there? I doubt anyone speaks sheep here so use those pretty ol' eyes of yours, you lucky duck."
Phillip stumbled over his feet with a surprised yelp for a few steps, his companion falling into a speedy trot as they continued towards the dorms.
"You're just hoping I get a heart attack and keel over, aren't you?"
"Benji, you're not a race horse, slow..."The young man whined, his vocals soft and like that of a child's. "The room number is," his ragged nail scrapped a crossed the keys surface until he found the engravemnt and announced it, "340. Do you think you can get us there? I doubt anyone speaks sheep here so use those pretty ol' eyes of yours, you lucky duck."
Phillip stumbled over his feet with a surprised yelp for a few steps, his companion falling into a speedy trot as they continued towards the dorms.
"You're just hoping I get a heart attack and keel over, aren't you?"