A loud thud echoed through the slightly open door to his room; now either those mice were getting rough, or someone just fell on their arse. Presuming the latter, and not wanting to leave said arse-lander out on the landing alone, Elderi heaved himself up off his bed and (simply because he didn't want to see anything more of the mice man) sent a finger around the corner, a small eye he had learnt to create. 

At first the sight was blurry and he could see the occasional sliver of movement, but after a few moments the mist cleared and what he saw came into focus.

[u]The Twins.[/u] [@Genni]

Now, on any other night he would of shown the twins the meaning of the words 'pleasure' (damn right) 'energy' (plenty where that came from) and 'soufflé' ([i]longgggg[/i] story) but after a solid day of tiresome step after step he decided maybe tomorrow night would be a better option, [b]unless[/b] he wanted to suffer a cardiac arrest that is.

Retracting his arm he was sure he heard some one say his name followed by much drunken giggling. Closing his eyes once more he melted himself down into the sheet of the bed and hid, blending into the pale blue of the beds covers, just in case they were particularly raunchy.

Mice man...[i]Catchy[/i].