[ Chris has not been ignoring them. Seriously, every single time one scampers its furry little way into his line of vision, he pretty much cringes. Oh, and let's not even mention the times he doesn't see them, but still hears them, and it makes his skin crawl with a combination of bad associations and even worse memories. Ugh. He doesn't want to think about it.
He happens to be around when Mike finally spots one, follows it over to the vent. He watches, close and careful, and even starts to move toward the vent for himself--
Crrk!!
Chris startles, whirls around with a "Whoa, uh--!" and tries to figure out exactly what the hell that just was. It isn't until Mike breathes that he remembers, oh, yeah, he should probably do that, too. He shakes his head, rubs at his eyes with one hand. ]
Don't say that, man. it'll probably just make it even worse.
[ But there's that noise again - like claws pressing into metal, slowly and almost deliberately. He cringes at the sound and looks toward one of the other vents. ]
round 'em up ► this'll sure end well won't it?
He happens to be around when Mike finally spots one, follows it over to the vent. He watches, close and careful, and even starts to move toward the vent for himself--
Crrk!!
Chris startles, whirls around with a "Whoa, uh--!" and tries to figure out exactly what the hell that just was. It isn't until Mike breathes that he remembers, oh, yeah, he should probably do that, too. He shakes his head, rubs at his eyes with one hand. ]
Don't say that, man. it'll probably just make it even worse.
[ But there's that noise again - like claws pressing into metal, slowly and almost deliberately. He cringes at the sound and looks toward one of the other vents. ]
Uhh... I think it's coming from there...