#dustydanseur

“Oh, mon amie! You’ve swept me off my feet.”

     “ Awoooo... “

(( @dustydanseur​ )) The taps against the floor leaving him unperturbed, undisturbed, his siesta ensues... Until the small hand makes contact. He’s suddenly stirred to life, so it’d seem, as if caught napping on the job-- he’s both aghast by principle, AND his visitor.  “AH, hah--... Hohh,” he nervously assesses the situation, knowing it can’t be a good one, and it is just that. Someone has found the door, damn it all. And a child.. He looks down at the boy, mortified, and begins to pace. “You’re..! You’re, right, you’re very right, I’m afraid..!” His grumbles are lost in the sound of his coat dragging against the ground-- it’s as heavy and dark as lead, so it’d seem. “And it’s not the best place for you, either.. Oh..” He holds his head a moment, before returning to Jean. “How did you find this place, boy..?” He attempts to lower himself, trying to get to eye-level, to little avail. He doesn’t want to hurt himself, after all. “You weren’t, tampering with anything, were you..” His voice is stern. “I’d like to say you look like a good spirit, but cannot assume such things. It would be foolish..” He looks him over for dust, for weapons. Shoes don’t occur to him as anything of the concerning sort, though they are likely the source of his instinctual worry. God, who can he trust. not that he believes this human could aggrieve him in his current state if he tried. A despairing laugh as he tries to read his face. “..No, no. You don’t, know who I am at all, do you..? That’s good. it’s for the best.” With a heavy hand, he ruffles Jean’s hair dismissively, playfully. “..But that wouldn’t reason well with why you’re here..” He looks toward the door, approaching it slowly, he notices the door has been left open with a gasp, even if it was only just a crack. “Such an, awful draft..” To be fair, I doubt Waterfall is much chilly at all, but it is frigid to him. Not even his coat could spare him. Reaches for the door, but hesitates upon grasping the doorknob.. Is, this world still connected to his?? Left unhinged?? The temptation to peek outside, the world of color and life, is near-consuming. His hand trembles a moment and he withdraws from the door entirely, sulking back to the center and safety of the room.  Perhaps it’s selfish of him, but we wants that answer more than he wants Jean to leave. If there’s one thing the man loathes, it’s being, well, out of the know. To not understand, even in his omnipotent, useless state.

enjoy~

* Come in!

@dustydanseur