Sorry, [it comes out instinctually, a little breathless and almost a whimper after he attempts peeking outside. at the moment, he sees nothing, so he turns to look around the garage instead, nervously chewing his bottom lip. he is apologetic, regardless of the insensitive way he comes off, but the creepy shadow-being racked his nerves pretty good.
taking in their surroundings, it doesn't seem like there's anything to lock the door with unless they roll the tool-chest in front of the door? then that provides a different problem: making a quick escape if necessary. god, why couldn't one thing go right today?]
Okay, well, I'll just have to. Sit against the door. [which he immediately does, dropping onto his rear-end and propping his back against the dilapidated frame.] Just in case, you know? No matter how polite they might be, I'm iffy about risking those odds.
What do you see? Anything with tentacles? [klaus cranes his neck, attempting to catch a glimpse of what quentin's looking at, despite his dumbass choice to remain seated on the floor.] With all the nightmare fuel outside, I'm never gonna sleep again.
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taking in their surroundings, it doesn't seem like there's anything to lock the door with unless they roll the tool-chest in front of the door? then that provides a different problem: making a quick escape if necessary. god, why couldn't one thing go right today?]
Okay, well, I'll just have to. Sit against the door. [which he immediately does, dropping onto his rear-end and propping his back against the dilapidated frame.] Just in case, you know? No matter how polite they might be, I'm iffy about risking those odds.
What do you see? Anything with tentacles? [klaus cranes his neck, attempting to catch a glimpse of what quentin's looking at, despite his dumbass choice to remain seated on the floor.] With all the nightmare fuel outside, I'm never gonna sleep again.