[Coil does immediately glance up when he hears the creak of floorboards--more habits that are hard to shake when you're still ruled by survival instincts--but he's quick to return to his work when he spots Carl. He'd been so wrapped up in his writing, helped along by the late-night exhaustion, that he'd had one of those moments when the brain spins upon resurfacing to the present. It takes him that moment to remember that he's still in this silly foreign world, there are no vampires, and his roommate isn't the one that he's used to seeing lurking out of the dark.
Automatically, he reaches to push some of the scattered papers into a more condensed pile, making it look like he's just tidying up and not reflexively moving to hide his work.
It's not like it would be very decipherable to someone who doesn't know what they're looking at, anyway. Cryptic diagrams and notes packed together in neat, cramped letters, and none of it written in English.
He shrugs and spells out "homework," before pointing at Carl and signing, "Can't sleep?"]
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Automatically, he reaches to push some of the scattered papers into a more condensed pile, making it look like he's just tidying up and not reflexively moving to hide his work.
It's not like it would be very decipherable to someone who doesn't know what they're looking at, anyway. Cryptic diagrams and notes packed together in neat, cramped letters, and none of it written in English.
He shrugs and spells out "homework," before pointing at Carl and signing, "Can't sleep?"]