While he waited for the woman to enter, he struggled to resist the snort bubbling up from within him. He couldn't quite figure out why, but seeing the creeping suspicion crawling in that iron gaze was amusing to him. Of course, he wouldn't put it past him for the reasoning to be he was merely crazy. Some of the things he had tried and thought were anything but, after all.
Creeping into the cardboard tunnel after her, he lowered himself until he was laying completely on his stomach so as not to accidentally bump a box with his head, grabbing the door to his wonderland of dust. Gently, he weaved it back into the folds of his gateway, it's placing once again so perfect it would leave anyone to believe what little Red had originally. With his secret once again hidden away from the wandering eye, he slowly pushed him backwards, lightly kicking open the window and lowering himself out feet first. The only sound he made was a light thud, his gloved hands immediately raising to brush off his cloak once he was standing.
"Matches? Nooooo. Here, I only rely on my night vision, and-" raising his hands from his attire, he pinned his pointer fingers to the ceiling as motion activated lights kicked on, sensing life once again within its concrete prison, "that."
"Hm, yes, some lights turned on, WOAH," he chuckled, teasing her as he casually walked in her direction, his boots sending echoes ricocheting throughout the lit darkness as his cloak lifted ever so slightly off his frame. It was easy to note her perusal of the room, but he waved it off, knowing it wasn't a bad thing and anyone in her position would do so. And he also had more important things to think about.
Passing her, he made his way over to a far corner of the room, where a single, blandly silver door resided, its size not even remotely hinting towards the vastness of the contents beyond it. It opened with a deep, rumbling creak, the only thing it revealed to those not within it's walls being tall, large metal shelves covered with things from toys to knives to furniture. Humming to himself, he kept his hands on the doorframe as he put his head inside, glancing back and forth across its innards before actually heading inside.
Moments later, he was released from its containment, holding a dusty white box with a red plus sign on it, shutting the door with his raised foot.
"I suppose you could call it my place. Thank you for the compliment, though I don't exactly look at it like a man does his heavy duty tools, if you can understand that."
Making his way over to the table on the cleaner side of the room, he dropped the first-aid kit, crossing his arms and leaning back slightly as he looked at her.
"Now, which would you prefer first? An explanation, or medical treatment, cause I'm perfectly fine with either. Though, don't expect a life story if you want an explanation, I'm chatty, but I ain't that chatty."
Creeping into the cardboard tunnel after her, he lowered himself until he was laying completely on his stomach so as not to accidentally bump a box with his head, grabbing the door to his wonderland of dust. Gently, he weaved it back into the folds of his gateway, it's placing once again so perfect it would leave anyone to believe what little Red had originally. With his secret once again hidden away from the wandering eye, he slowly pushed him backwards, lightly kicking open the window and lowering himself out feet first. The only sound he made was a light thud, his gloved hands immediately raising to brush off his cloak once he was standing.
"Matches? Nooooo. Here, I only rely on my night vision, and-" raising his hands from his attire, he pinned his pointer fingers to the ceiling as motion activated lights kicked on, sensing life once again within its concrete prison, "that."
"Hm, yes, some lights turned on, WOAH," he chuckled, teasing her as he casually walked in her direction, his boots sending echoes ricocheting throughout the lit darkness as his cloak lifted ever so slightly off his frame. It was easy to note her perusal of the room, but he waved it off, knowing it wasn't a bad thing and anyone in her position would do so. And he also had more important things to think about.
Passing her, he made his way over to a far corner of the room, where a single, blandly silver door resided, its size not even remotely hinting towards the vastness of the contents beyond it. It opened with a deep, rumbling creak, the only thing it revealed to those not within it's walls being tall, large metal shelves covered with things from toys to knives to furniture. Humming to himself, he kept his hands on the doorframe as he put his head inside, glancing back and forth across its innards before actually heading inside.
Moments later, he was released from its containment, holding a dusty white box with a red plus sign on it, shutting the door with his raised foot.
"I suppose you could call it my place. Thank you for the compliment, though I don't exactly look at it like a man does his heavy duty tools, if you can understand that."
Making his way over to the table on the cleaner side of the room, he dropped the first-aid kit, crossing his arms and leaning back slightly as he looked at her.
"Now, which would you prefer first? An explanation, or medical treatment, cause I'm perfectly fine with either. Though, don't expect a life story if you want an explanation, I'm chatty, but I ain't that chatty."
(I decided to play the bolding game too XP)