Tap, tap, tap. Boots hitting the tiles as someone approached. The mimic's eyes were hidden and so he couldn&rsquo;t see them. The rustle of clothes, maybe unlacing a fly or undoing a belt. That wasn&rsquo;t unusual, this was a bathroom. The mimic waited for any indication that they were here for more than relieving their bladder.<br />
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            The heavy splash of water into the basin, a sigh of relief, then more clothes rustling. They left and the mimic settled back into quiet hiberna