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moo star (illusional) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,

She was angry. He couldn't for the life of him think why. He hadn't done anything more than glance into his room. Could she be angry because he hadn't let her inside? That thought amused him immensely. And her outfit amused him even more. She was walking down a hall with rabbit heads flopping around on her feet. She looked ridiculous. With a smirk on his face, he followed her back toward her own room.

His cloak billowed behind him and his hood slipped off of his head, revealing the tattoos that decorated his face and neck. His gait was swift and sure. He made a habit of tracking, and doing it silently. She wouldn't even hear him behind her and wouldn't have known he was there unless she looked back.

When they came to her room, he leaned against the wall outside of it, watching her. He wanted to make sure that her key fit the door. Perhaps then his obligation to help her would be done with.