⇢║▌✖ ＧＬＩＴＣＨ } He does not bother to answer first query, for it feels rather self explanatory—he certainly would not lock himself away with such measures for any purpose aside from accident; in which case, his demeanor would not be so accepting of situation. Then again, he is not idiotic enough to manage such a feat, thus preventing scenario altogether. Exhale is cast openly from betwixt tin brims and lids drop to cover sallow hues in manner of exhaustion, though more in terms of mental strength than anything else.
He wonders what monarchs have told the female beyond door to his isolation, if he were here at all or if his body is to reside elsewhere by their decree, their facade of kindness and his falsified addiction to sports or hunting in the nearby woodland. Deduction is made rather easily that they have lied, past suggesting their repeat tale of his taking to forests with rifle in hand and deer for target, rather bitter huff of laughter escaping though it is near silent in volume, hardly audible to his own ears.
❝Yeah; have fun getting the keys.❞ Plural—keys. A tad excessive, paranoid and afraid of the monster in their abode, the one given life from womb of matriarch that has grown from mere ghost into overpowering shadow, with claws grown sharp and eyes glowing red—a creation of their imagination, that he has begun to see in the mirror. Words and actions certainly do leave prominent mark, even if his only act “deserving” of judgement is that of inability to experience physical world the way others do.
Fingers clench into fists, nose scrunching in distaste.
❝Tch—take a guess.❞
░▒▒ 「 ❄; 」
❝It’s Noiz–right?❞
Bewilderment is evident across both features and vocals. There’s no one else she could determine it to be, though the case that it was he didn’t match to the story told by current monarchs. A lie perhaps. the probability of such not to be disregarded, though she can’t determine why parents would feel it necessary. Silence thus echoes through empty halls, irises shifting their gaze unto multiple locks with no clue as to how she’ll locate each separate key.
❝You wouldn’t happen to know where they are.
…Would you?❞
An awkward chuckle slips in. She’s aware that her presence is more an irritable factor than anything, and though while this matter may be nothing of her concern does she still feel inclined to attempt assistance.
