[ the door to the house had opened in the meantime, the gentleman residing there (alone now, as it should be, as it would be, he hoped) watching intently. if he was disgusted, he gave no indication-- if he appreciated it, even more so. his face is a passive mask, those large blue eyes of his empty behind large frames.
he thumbs the catch to the canister of newly formulated hallucination gas, a slim little thing that fit right in his sleeve, and cleared his throat. ]
Come inside.
[ he holds her gaze when he gets it for just a split second, enough to recognize that she has a "monster" in her, so to speak, just as much as him. and though crane isn't particularly one to indulge kindred spirits, it was better than what he'd had before here. he moves back and into his house (his own territory, where he feels safer, yes), calling out to her, ]
no subject
he thumbs the catch to the canister of newly formulated hallucination gas, a slim little thing that fit right in his sleeve, and cleared his throat. ]
Come inside.
[ he holds her gaze when he gets it for just a split second, enough to recognize that she has a "monster" in her, so to speak, just as much as him. and though crane isn't particularly one to indulge kindred spirits, it was better than what he'd had before here. he moves back and into his house (his own territory, where he feels safer, yes), calling out to her, ]
And don't drip on the carpet. It's new.