( regular morning his happy, non-blue-jean-wearing ass.

… okay, so maybe it had been normal enough, but once you start seeing things out of the corner of your eye, crawling on the walls and into the vents and shit? you start to think that maybe, just maybe, this isn't the day you'd thought it was going to be when you first woke up. which, the acclimation to space and all that notwithstanding, he's pretty sure that his days are anything but normal, and haven't been anything close to that for a hell of a lot longer than he wants to admit to.

at least there aren't any fucking wendigos here. that he's seen. and he's been keeping his eyes peeled.

now, back to the matter at hand.

the first couple of times he sees one of those … things at the edge of his vision, he ignores them. there's gotta be someone else that can deal with them, blah blah, not his job – but when it seems like they start showing up more and more, he gets curious. there's one just off to his left now, paused mid-scurry, and the second that he turns his full attention on it, it finishes its scurry to the nearest vent, leaves him staring at the empty space left behind and wondering whether or not this is even going to be worth his time.

but then he's approaching the vent like his feet have minds of their own, and for all we know, that just might be true.

☉ look inside vent.

☉ leave it alone.

he's just about to make his decision when something behind him makes a noise – be it another of those creatures, or your character, whatever! – and he curses low under his breath, a whispered fuck! and he sweeps a hand back through his hair, breathes out a sigh. )

Shit just keeps getting weirder and weirder, doesn't it?

( and just who are you even talking to, mister class prez? )

( yeah. shit just. keeps getting weirder. and fucking weirder.

exploring, in his experience, has never ended well. unless you end up befriending a random wolf in the middle of a creepy situation and the little buddy ends up helping you through what could have been an even worse situation. that's all there is to it, no ifs, ands or buts about it, but what has he been doing for the last little while?

fucking exploring.

and you had better believe that when he opens that door, he doesn't expect to find someone on the other side that is capable of perfectly mimicking every move he makes. he doesn't say anything, not at first – only makes that what in the shit-fucking-hell is going on here face – and when he finally rests his hands on his hips, he looks every bit as disgruntled as one would be expected to be when met with a human fun house mirror. )

Okay. This is some bullshit. Can you stop now?

( raising his arms on either side of himself to see if that – nope.

sigh. ) Oh come on!