RANCE
He took his gaze from the bats at her agreement. The interruption had successfully turned his irritation into curiosity and the mutual feeling deserved at least a little respect. "Rance. Sorry for tryin' to bite your head off."
He'd give her a chance to reply and him to respond, raising his eyes again, first to the disappearing bats, then back to the house they had exited. Coming to a decision on what to do after that was easy. He spun, walked to the house, and knocked on the door on the minuscule chance that someone actually was using the building. No response would come and he jiggled the -- unfortunately -- locked door before stepping back and looking up at the window again.
He'd give her a chance to reply and him to respond, raising his eyes again, first to the disappearing bats, then back to the house they had exited. Coming to a decision on what to do after that was easy. He spun, walked to the house, and knocked on the door on the minuscule chance that someone actually was using the building. No response would come and he jiggled the -- unfortunately -- locked door before stepping back and looking up at the window again.
It's beginning to look a lot like
fuck this.
fuck this.
