"And who is that?"
Princess demanded.
The old lady's eyes widened but then reduced in confusion, disbelieving her suspicions. She decided to play along.
"Who?"
"You know who I'm talking about. The one who holds my answers."
Next, and strangely, a knock echoed. Knock. Knock. Knock.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
The sounds echoed in the vision louder and louder until it drove Demona back to reality.
He shut is eyes open menacingly, while the shower rained liquid arrows on his back that trailed down until the ran for their dear lives into the drain.
Turning it off, he tied a towel, not taking his time to wipe dry is elegance, before stepping out.
Bob, on the other side, had his eyes checking his wrist watch, because his master, Demona, was waisting time to open his own room door.
"What's he even doing in there? Ugh! I'm sure he brought her in here to do the needful." He ended.
