[That would make his night so much better if Irvine winds up puking on the tablet. Zell will whine about it for MONTHS if he does.]

You sure it isn't my shadow? [It sounds weak even to Zell. The lights wouldn't cast a big shadow behind him. Bouncing from foot to foot and still feeling very creeped out.] Frickin' hell... Alright. [Snatching up his bag as he headed for the hall.]

What's wrong with you anyways? Should I head over there tomorrow?