Kyle is one of those strange little owls that stays up all night to have a good time, but does so through work. Okay, so the book wasn't assigned, and he checked it out along with six others from the library (and two from around the school, he can't abide books looking orphaned and homeless).
He's managed to turn the noise of Ness' activities into a sort of white noise by now, and wonders, sometimes, if he wouldn't be able to carry on his routines of reading and sleeping without the constant soundtrack, but he's quickly losing interest in this one anyway when Kellen seems to appear out of this air.
There is just a hint of a jump at his unexpected company, but Kyle is getting used to the strange fuzzy boy showing up now. Blinking some of the sleep haze away and turning the book to stare at the cover like he'd only just realized he was reading it, he shrugs and places a marker in his place, "Thought it would be. They like, vacuum seal people right before they die, keep measurements the whole time, and then when they die, there is unexplained mass displacement." Finally making eye contact, he licks over his lip once nervously and scratches at the back of his head, working out the translation quickly, "They think they've worked out how to measure the human soul."
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He's managed to turn the noise of Ness' activities into a sort of white noise by now, and wonders, sometimes, if he wouldn't be able to carry on his routines of reading and sleeping without the constant soundtrack, but he's quickly losing interest in this one anyway when Kellen seems to appear out of this air.
There is just a hint of a jump at his unexpected company, but Kyle is getting used to the strange fuzzy boy showing up now. Blinking some of the sleep haze away and turning the book to stare at the cover like he'd only just realized he was reading it, he shrugs and places a marker in his place, "Thought it would be. They like, vacuum seal people right before they die, keep measurements the whole time, and then when they die, there is unexplained mass displacement." Finally making eye contact, he licks over his lip once nervously and scratches at the back of his head, working out the translation quickly, "They think they've worked out how to measure the human soul."