[ Joel's gotten annoyed with the fluctuating locks on the doors in the housing and different wings of the base. It's like a sick game of chicken. He's out again, out and about, on the hunt for one particular person when he comes across the dark haired boy sitting at a table that's otherwise unoccupied. Joel notices the kid has his head down, shoulders hunched, head cradled on an arm. Is he dead? Asleep?
With a bit of caution he approaches from the side, shifting his attention this way and that in case someone comes up to take him by surprise. It's chaos in different parts of the base, he doesn't know who or what's going to spring out.]
Hey. Kid.
[Joel doesn't reach out to nudge him, he waits to see if he'll respond first to verbal communication, a hand ready to pull his gun out if need be.]
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With a bit of caution he approaches from the side, shifting his attention this way and that in case someone comes up to take him by surprise. It's chaos in different parts of the base, he doesn't know who or what's going to spring out.]
Hey. Kid.
[Joel doesn't reach out to nudge him, he waits to see if he'll respond first to verbal communication, a hand ready to pull his gun out if need be.]