He's injured, he's on a battle field of sorts, and he needs to keep out of sights until he can't get back to his and his own. Maybe it's instinctive, lingering about of the old brooding caverns what he hardly remembers no more. Maybe he's just weird (he's probably just weird), but the vent gets appeal and-
Well, he's done it before.
His claws dig about the edges of the ventillation covering with no more pause. Sure he's tall as fuck, but he's also a clown, one what's got capabilities as of contortion, and also one what happens to be lacking his horns. So long as he chooses a bigger one, as all he has, he's sure he can fit inside. He's right, and once he's closed the vent behind him, he starts that slow crawl in.
He maybe should've expected to find another person in his search of rest. He would've known if he'd paid attention enough to the fear what all coaxes his voodoo, but his head aches and exhaustion wears. At least who he's found is being someone he thinks he could maybe trust.
As he slides around the corner on his elbows, Beth gets a blink, then a small sort of wave. "Sup."
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Well, he's done it before.
His claws dig about the edges of the ventillation covering with no more pause. Sure he's tall as fuck, but he's also a clown, one what's got capabilities as of contortion, and also one what happens to be lacking his horns. So long as he chooses a bigger one, as all he has, he's sure he can fit inside. He's right, and once he's closed the vent behind him, he starts that slow crawl in.
He maybe should've expected to find another person in his search of rest. He would've known if he'd paid attention enough to the fear what all coaxes his voodoo, but his head aches and exhaustion wears. At least who he's found is being someone he thinks he could maybe trust.
As he slides around the corner on his elbows, Beth gets a blink, then a small sort of wave. "Sup."