Re: In a dumpster: Wren I/Si M
Wren was cheered when someone's head suddenly appeared outlined against the square of sky he could see looking out from the dumpster, his cries for help rewarded. He cocked his head like a dog when the man pulled something out of his ear, his eye fritzing but only enough to show him skull and the wires as the headphones were pulled away. He wasn't sure what was happening, but he did as he'd been told - or as he thought he'd been told - and reached out to hold onto the side of the dumpster just as the head disappeared.
He was anxious for all of the few seconds it took for his saviour to suddenly come flying through the air and into the steel trap, the sound of the impact making him jump but watching the man run into the metal making him instantly worried. He didn't have time to move forward with his concern though as the stranger recovered first, turning to him only to look up... and up... and up... the man was a giant, almost a full two and a half foot taller than Wren. Even as someone who habitually had to look up at the people around him the boy was amazed, so much so that he couldn't offer the stranger an explanation for his being trapped.
He should really have been intimidated, afraid even, as the man was so very tall, clothed in black, that voice which echoed around their current location like the roll of distant thunder. He should have, but Wren had a little moth of trust inside him that pulled to the flame of most people; whatever he saw in his new friend it put him at ease. He responded by lifting his arms up like a tired child wanting to be picked up, grey eyes steady and trusting on the man's face.