“uh, bro, are you sure that’s safe?” he asked quietly. he scratched the back of his neck anxiously. “i mean, i’ll go, but fence hoping into a graveyard isn’t exactly my style.”
❝What, you afraid of a little adventure?❞ by the time that Craig finished his statement, Robert was already at the top the fence, casually sitting up on it like this was a regular thing that people did( maybe normal for HIM, anyways. ). ❝I doubt anything could harm ya here, ‘cept maybe a cryptid. A cryptid would do some damage, but how worth it wouldTHAT be?❞ under the implication that it would be completely worth it. ❝Come on, Craig. The night is young.❞