Moving In | Open
Bruce hated moving. Well, not so much hated as "was opposed to" moving. New environments meant unaccounted for variables and new people.
People.
Not that he didn't enjoy company, for he missed constant human companionship as much as anyone else playing house to a large green rage monster, but for the sake of general safety he avoided contact. For this reason alone he was moving into his new lab space at such an odd time; arms full of stacked boxes for lab equipment as he crossed campus. Seeing as a large majority of it was glass, he was reconsidering his decision to take only one trip.
Letting out a short, quiet curse, his foot caught and the top box wobbled forward precariously, his eyes wide and breath caught as it slid forward. He closed his eyes tightly and awaited the inevitable sound to glass breaking, but when there was a lack of destructing, he cautiously peeked an eye open to see his equipments' savior.
