[Wataru watches the dog jumped from the bed, though he himself lets out a little yawn as the only indication of being surprised.] You want outside...
[Slowly, he slides out of bed, wearing nothing but his pajama pants, a light t-shirt, and socks. Careful movements, so as not to startle the animal, let him tread close to the window, the wooden boards rattling and whistling as wind whips them, sand grains pounding against them and crackling through cracks in the boards, making it sound like harsh, dusty rain against the window pane.]
I don't think it's safe. [He looks down at the beast, his smile muted. Just where was he this time? He didn't remember letting those guys drag him through that door in Castle Doran, so he had to still be in Desai. Maybe he and this dog were kidnapped? But who would want to kidnap Wataru, unless they knew who he really was. He doubted anything like that, though. Barely anyone in his home world knew who or what he was, so someone in Desai knowing was quite impossible, especially since all his friends and family would keep their mouths shut on such a matter. He lets his smile fade as his eyes move back to the window, a hand pressing itself against it to feel the vibrations of the outside.]
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Date: 2010-07-16 09:28 pm (UTC)[Slowly, he slides out of bed, wearing nothing but his pajama pants, a light t-shirt, and socks. Careful movements, so as not to startle the animal, let him tread close to the window, the wooden boards rattling and whistling as wind whips them, sand grains pounding against them and crackling through cracks in the boards, making it sound like harsh, dusty rain against the window pane.]
I don't think it's safe. [He looks down at the beast, his smile muted. Just where was he this time? He didn't remember letting those guys drag him through that door in Castle Doran, so he had to still be in Desai. Maybe he and this dog were kidnapped? But who would want to kidnap Wataru, unless they knew who he really was. He doubted anything like that, though. Barely anyone in his home world knew who or what he was, so someone in Desai knowing was quite impossible, especially since all his friends and family would keep their mouths shut on such a matter. He lets his smile fade as his eyes move back to the window, a hand pressing itself against it to feel the vibrations of the outside.]