( He's surrounded by a pile of paperwork and scribbling down notes when he hears a voice that he doesn't recognize, glancing up from his corner, backed by shelves. It's not much of an organizational space yet, but he's working on it, although the sound of someone in the clinic is immediately more pressing, so he pushes himself up from the floor and starts moving towards the voice.
For all his slouching, he's a tall guy dressed entirely in black. It might be intimidating if he weren't so terribly... him, hair sticking out in disarray from all his tense tugging at it, absently chewing his lip as he moves towards the voice - too much direction to be a wander, but not exactly striding her way, either. )
H-hey. ( Nervously, his fingers wrap around the metal band on his left wrist, matched by one on his right - too thick and heavy to really be bracelets, but a far cry from shackles or anything of the sort. ) C-can, um-- do you n-need any help?
we can do what we want!!!
For all his slouching, he's a tall guy dressed entirely in black. It might be intimidating if he weren't so terribly... him, hair sticking out in disarray from all his tense tugging at it, absently chewing his lip as he moves towards the voice - too much direction to be a wander, but not exactly striding her way, either. )
H-hey. ( Nervously, his fingers wrap around the metal band on his left wrist, matched by one on his right - too thick and heavy to really be bracelets, but a far cry from shackles or anything of the sort. ) C-can, um-- do you n-need any help?