sfdgfgh this is going to be hideous
[ he hears footsteps, but he pays it very little mind. he has time to leave or return to his hideaway in the library, he thinks. (he has yet to hear the telltale 'tsks' and hisses of dislike, after all.) it's with a shrug of his shoulders that he starts off, moving to brush past the faceless inmate on his way back to his (tiny) apartment.