[It probably took a couple of people to pry their hands apart after the camera crew moved on and when Allen was ushered away he took his leave. He watched as the area cleared out to move to the next event and approaching the officials, even with his massive spider body and dangerous appearance, it didn't take much to lure them away. They were too scared stiff to do otherwise. He could still use the ground to usher them along, one by one, to his junior suite.
Joker had then interrupted his nefarious intentions and with a half sincere promise he would be back later for dinner, he left them hanging there smushed together in the closet with the door jammed shut. Keep quiet or die. He even left a few Tease to linger with how hungry they usually were.
He's busy for the most part with Joker's assignment, stiring things here and there, washing dishes with his Power to Choose like a dull dishwasher, or hanging things when he needed to. He spots Allen out of the corner of his eye but says nothing with Joker around. It looked like the Stage Manager was ushering the bronze medalist around and he wouldn't complain. Joker had a devious habit of getting people to behave and get along. Unfortunately Allen's and Tyki's history was deep seated in blood and war.
By the time he gets home it is later in the evening and he'll notice that light on as he stands outside the door. He's got basic grocery supplies in a bag hooked under his arm. It clicks as it opens and he lets it swing open. Thanks for blinding him. He has to shut an eye to adjust and step inside. His fingers hook behind him and it clicks shut when he pulls it. He then turns the lock to close up for the night.
Allen doesn't look like he's running anymore and right now he's not sure how he feels about that.
This is his trailer, medal or not. Don't give him that look. His ears are betraying him right now the way they are pinned back.] Well, well. Look what the cat dragged in.
[He wants to fight. Badly. Every word is almost bitter yet hidden behind a veil of uncaring words.] But sure, go ahead. Make yourself at home. If you feel you deserve it.
this is still hilarious
Joker had then interrupted his nefarious intentions and with a half sincere promise he would be back later for dinner, he left them hanging there smushed together in the closet with the door jammed shut. Keep quiet or die. He even left a few Tease to linger with how hungry they usually were.
He's busy for the most part with Joker's assignment, stiring things here and there, washing dishes with his Power to Choose like a dull dishwasher, or hanging things when he needed to. He spots Allen out of the corner of his eye but says nothing with Joker around. It looked like the Stage Manager was ushering the bronze medalist around and he wouldn't complain. Joker had a devious habit of getting people to behave and get along. Unfortunately Allen's and Tyki's history was deep seated in blood and war.
By the time he gets home it is later in the evening and he'll notice that light on as he stands outside the door. He's got basic grocery supplies in a bag hooked under his arm. It clicks as it opens and he lets it swing open. Thanks for blinding him. He has to shut an eye to adjust and step inside. His fingers hook behind him and it clicks shut when he pulls it. He then turns the lock to close up for the night.
Allen doesn't look like he's running anymore and right now he's not sure how he feels about that.
This is his trailer, medal or not. Don't give him that look. His ears are betraying him right now the way they are pinned back.] Well, well. Look what the cat dragged in.
[He wants to fight. Badly. Every word is almost bitter yet hidden behind a veil of uncaring words.] But sure, go ahead. Make yourself at home. If you feel you deserve it.