@madscientistmcxfield
There was something similar about this situation. That alone prompted the heretic to start to stir with a scowl on his face. It was one thing when he was the one to put himself down for the count, but he had had it up to here with being killed, poisoned, drugged, and knocked out by other people. Especially when he was having such a lovely time with his.. whatever she was. Fuck buddy, as some would had come to refer to her as. The lights of the room irritated the eyes behind closed lids, and Kai’s peeking out slowly to what might be waiting for him. It was when he didn’t recognize his surroundings that his body attempted to stir -- and he couldn’t move. Typical. He was strapped down on his back on something hard and, when shifting some to feel the surface, cold. This was looking less promising the more information he took in. This wasn’t the work of Bonnie, though he had initially thought it might’ve been, seeing as he was down for the count before he could witness her own fall. It was when the sound of her familiar heartbeat grabbed his attention that he turned the other way, seeing her in a similar situation. The tugging at his binds repeated, and he felt every muscle in his body begin to tense. “Bonnie?” he called out to her softly, brow tight with what could be perceived as worry. If she could just let him know she was okay. Everything else could be sorted out later.
