Ring around the rosie
[Lawli doesn't like when he crawls in through the window.
That's why he's picking his favorite ringleader's door instead. Thoughtful that way.
The pin allows a low squeak with each scrape, setting him on both the edge of excitement and nervousness. His Lawli doesn't sleep often, you see, so he may catch the subtle sounds. And the nervous stems from the potential rejection while the rest of him would simply be elated to even see him for a second. It's not too difficult to weasel his way into Lawli's room then, anyways, not when he has given B leeway.
Always, Lawli's so, so busy; too busy to put much effort into throwing him out- not when Beyond's good. And he can be good. It is a hefty task, certainly, but he doesn't mind sitting in silence or rolling around Lawli's bed until the man is done.
Finally, the lock clicks and he swings open the door swiftly, slipping inside quickly in an effort to thwart any attempts to shove him back out. Then he blinks at the oddly lit room. And... extremely long... hallway? Where is... His fingers search out the knob, but find only a flat surface. It was certainly a small trailer-sized cart.]
Lawli~?
[He calls out when, clearly, the door is simply nonexistent suddenly. Did Lawli somehow knock him out with an unexpected hit? He would have recalled or at least hurt before, yea?]
That's why he's picking his favorite ringleader's door instead. Thoughtful that way.
The pin allows a low squeak with each scrape, setting him on both the edge of excitement and nervousness. His Lawli doesn't sleep often, you see, so he may catch the subtle sounds. And the nervous stems from the potential rejection while the rest of him would simply be elated to even see him for a second. It's not too difficult to weasel his way into Lawli's room then, anyways, not when he has given B leeway.
Always, Lawli's so, so busy; too busy to put much effort into throwing him out- not when Beyond's good. And he can be good. It is a hefty task, certainly, but he doesn't mind sitting in silence or rolling around Lawli's bed until the man is done.
Finally, the lock clicks and he swings open the door swiftly, slipping inside quickly in an effort to thwart any attempts to shove him back out. Then he blinks at the oddly lit room. And... extremely long... hallway? Where is... His fingers search out the knob, but find only a flat surface. It was certainly a small trailer-sized cart.]
Lawli~?
[He calls out when, clearly, the door is simply nonexistent suddenly. Did Lawli somehow knock him out with an unexpected hit? He would have recalled or at least hurt before, yea?]