Quietly

The Critic opened his eye to a familiar face, that of the Eyekeeper. He didn't visit frequently, so him visiting was an something to marvel at. Critic was in his more-so physical form, much to the bewilderment of The Eyekeeper. The Eyekeeper was sitting on a swivel chair, or at least was Critic thought to be a swivel chair, awaiting for Critic to stop pretending to be in a state of slumber.