Re: Inside the Maze Glad you decided to come. Vaughn made a noise that was more of a placeholder than a contradiction, or agreement. He hadn't yet decided how he felt about this circus at the end of the Rabbit's Hole, or the characters who populated it. The wisdom of taking the road less traveled, however, he could get behind. "Agreed. Excluding poorly lit major metropolitan areas." He wore a sour smirk in the half-dark.
His smile widened when her shriek sounded through the brambles. It wasn't a true fright, but he could smell the beginnings of it on the air, like a greedy kid up to no good could identify fresh pie sitting on a sill half a neighborhood away in a Saturday morning cartoon. "Did plastic spiders drop from the ceiling?" Poked through the hedge second later, he jumped. Issuing a laughably unmanly, vaguely inhuman noise, Vaughn clamped a broad hand over his mouth to stifle a snort of laughter. He caught a glimpse of black lace through a hole in the privet before it disappeared. "You'll pay for that," he called after her.
Gathering what remained of the glitter slime from his vest, he stalked through the darkness, mindful to let the monster out just enough to mask the sound of his movement. In hipster loafers and a pair of ill-fitting horn-rimmed glasses that kept sliding down the bridge of his nose, it was more challenging than usual. Finally, an opportunity presented. He took aim. Right before he could pelt her hip with the glob, the shrub through which he targeted her spat out a huge puff of neon yellow that plastered his faux glasses. "The hedge is looking out for you," he sighed.
Glasses tucked into his pocket, he lumbered out into the center of the maze minutes later to meet his partner. Where he wasn't slicked in red glitter, yellow paint drew a relief where his glasses had been. He did his best to bite down a smirk for dramatic effect, looking thoroughly defeated.