[ It's quite soothing, watching the rhythmic scribbling on paper even though he's got no idea what Coil's actually putting into writing. Doesn't matter, he enjoys how dutiful Coil attempts to be for a few more minutes. The hour is late, so it's not really a surprise when the other kid does give up. Carl's been watching, face propped up with one hand. When he sees the sign, he huffs out a laugh and takes that as a sign to sit up straight and stretch out a bit.
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"That didn't take long." ]