Cash could be bad at tracking the passage of time in conversations; he didn't notice the extra beat, too interested in the wire and the haunted house and the prospect of having a friend who (mostly, at least) did not know he was a little broken. He jolted at the sound of the crash in the hallway. "All right," Cash said brightly, getting up and finally taking his hand off the top of the dresser. He stepped into the hallway and squinted to try to figure out what had moved - a hutch was slightly off-kilter, and was, additionally, one of the few largeish pieces of furniture in the hallway that could have made that substantial of a noise.
He stepped closer to it, mimicked Greengrass - slid his hand over the top and sides of the hutch to try to find the wire. No such luck; Cash laid on the ground and scooted closer to the hutch. It was too narrow underneath for him to fully slide under it, so he reached underneath, fingers grasping for a wire; the risk of the hutch moving again did not really occur to him as a problematic possibility.
He stepped closer to it, mimicked Greengrass - slid his hand over the top and sides of the hutch to try to find the wire. No such luck; Cash laid on the ground and scooted closer to the hutch. It was too narrow underneath for him to fully slide under it, so he reached underneath, fingers grasping for a wire; the risk of the hutch moving again did not really occur to him as a problematic possibility.
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