Skulduggery had to smile when Descry responded to the unspoken observation. It could have been a fluke, of course, in any other situation. But this wasn't any other situation. How does it feel, he silently asked, being able to read me?
From the 'nest' that was Ghastly and Tanith, Solomon's question was answered with a low groan. "I'm up. I've been up. Is it morning already?"
"Has been, for about five hours," Erskine confirmed. There was a twitch of amusement in his features as he stared at the couch, as if staring hard enough would help him be able to look through it. "I'm sorry, I couldn't tell. Was that Ghastly or Tanith just now?"
Skulduggery might have teased him for that, but he wasn't quite sure either. "Ghastly?" he tried tentatively.
"You've only known me for four hundred years," the same voice grumbled again. "What's going on? What did we miss?"
"Lucifer's here," Skulduggery informed him, letting the barb pass without comment. "So is Michael. Guess which one's sitting only a few feet away from you."
There wasn't a groan this time, and Erskine smirked. After a few seconds of silence, the ruffling of sheets could be heard as Ghastly presumably sat up. Or rolled back over; considering the circumstances, either one was possible. "Any chance this is all a dream and I'll wake back up in a few minutes to find out everything's all taken care of?"
"There's always a chance," said Skulduggery. "But I wouldn't risk it. You owe Corrival a new pair of curtains. And depending on what happened last night, you might also owe Valkyrie's parents an apology."
"Why would I owe Corrival - oh." Ghastly's disheveled head appeared behind the couch as he finally struggled to his feet. "Sorry about that. I can always sew you a new pair of curtains," he suggested quietly, a note of discomfort in his tone.
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From the 'nest' that was Ghastly and Tanith, Solomon's question was answered with a low groan. "I'm up. I've been up. Is it morning already?"
"Has been, for about five hours," Erskine confirmed. There was a twitch of amusement in his features as he stared at the couch, as if staring hard enough would help him be able to look through it. "I'm sorry, I couldn't tell. Was that Ghastly or Tanith just now?"
Skulduggery might have teased him for that, but he wasn't quite sure either. "Ghastly?" he tried tentatively.
"You've only known me for four hundred years," the same voice grumbled again. "What's going on? What did we miss?"
"Lucifer's here," Skulduggery informed him, letting the barb pass without comment. "So is Michael. Guess which one's sitting only a few feet away from you."
There wasn't a groan this time, and Erskine smirked. After a few seconds of silence, the ruffling of sheets could be heard as Ghastly presumably sat up. Or rolled back over; considering the circumstances, either one was possible. "Any chance this is all a dream and I'll wake back up in a few minutes to find out everything's all taken care of?"
"There's always a chance," said Skulduggery. "But I wouldn't risk it. You owe Corrival a new pair of curtains. And depending on what happened last night, you might also owe Valkyrie's parents an apology."
"Why would I owe Corrival - oh." Ghastly's disheveled head appeared behind the couch as he finally struggled to his feet. "Sorry about that. I can always sew you a new pair of curtains," he suggested quietly, a note of discomfort in his tone.