[ Rust moves away from the door, tapping a wastebasket done up with yellow flowers out of the way with his foot. Pressing himself to the wall where it ends in a corner. He's itching to lock the fucking door—that's assuming it does lock—but that'd get her hackles up, and he needs her talking.
Any rate, he'll have a good vantage on whoever shows up. ]
You sure about that? [ He's really asking, tugging at that thread of doubt in her voice. His gaze steady on her. ]
hopefully this isn't too infomoddy...but if it is lmk!
Any rate, he'll have a good vantage on whoever shows up. ]
You sure about that? [ He's really asking, tugging at that thread of doubt in her voice. His gaze steady on her. ]