[ If Sylvain had felt any sort of help as he wiggled the mattress through the hatch, it's all but gone replaced by an indignant noise from the bottom of the ladder. She's definitely putting off answering his question about mattress ownership now that he's gone and insulted her dear friend. ]
He's my ghost friend! He's been helping clean the apartment - I can't believe you don't even have the decency to remember his name.
[ Hilda is still huffing about it as she climbs up the ladder once the way is clear. When she emerges she all but chucks both Sylvain's blanket and pillows at him. ]
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[ If Sylvain had felt any sort of help as he wiggled the mattress through the hatch, it's all but gone replaced by an indignant noise from the bottom of the ladder. She's definitely putting off answering his question about mattress ownership now that he's gone and insulted her dear friend. ]
He's my ghost friend! He's been helping clean the apartment - I can't believe you don't even have the decency to remember his name.
[ Hilda is still huffing about it as she climbs up the ladder once the way is clear. When she emerges she all but chucks both Sylvain's blanket and pillows at him. ]
It's Claude's. But those are yours.