[When Seth climbs under, Richie takes that as his cue; he inches closer to the edge, peeking over, fingers dug tight into the blankets as he watches. There's nothing there, he can see that. He heaves a sigh of relief and accepts the rabbit when he re-emerges, brushing off as much of the dust as he can before grinning at Seth gratefully.]
Thanks. You're the best.
[Bed checked, he has no problems hopping off onto the floor, looking up at Seth for direction.]
[spam]
Thanks. You're the best.
[Bed checked, he has no problems hopping off onto the floor, looking up at Seth for direction.]
So what's the plan?