Mason only watched from the barely lite cage as the idio- person, stepped closer. He narrows his eyes slightly, then tilts his head a bit. Of course, he didn’t like being a attraction in circus. Much more, he didn’t like being in such an open cage. There wasn’t any privacy. Clicking his tongue as the other person steps closer he smirks “ You shouldn’t get too much closer…”  He might just be inclined to break their neck…

Mason just stared at his capture. Of course, he couldn’t really say anything to the psycho, being a mute and all. He opened his mouth, then shook his head. He didn’t know how he had gotten himself caught like this. He’d thought he was being careful. But now here he was, being held by some nutjob who had some kind of issue with him. Smirking a bit, he tossed his head and looked away, ignoring the other then. He had to figure out how to get free.  The other would be surprised just how hard it would be to get him to scream. Mason figured that this would be useful in getting free. Turning his hands then,  he looks back toward his capture, his eye closing. 

because,one day I will put them all in a collage,and shall watch as I slowly grow older and more powerful each selfie,until I am a horrible despotic dictator of all the lands,and with that last selfie,a single scar across my scar,I will exact that same smirk which I have for years