After some effort, the canine had made his way towards the area. Peering around the bend to see the exact location.
Abit perplexed as he spotted the vent kicking in question. Certainly not something seen everyday.
The man was trying to kick a vent door in, but it was bolted in still and he didn't exactly have much strength. Why? His legs felt like jello at the moment and all he could do was sit down against the wall.
Taking a second to maneuver over to the wall, he returned the tap out of sheer habit (thanks Picky).
He replied with what first came to his mind.
`` is there any way to get to you? A door, a vent, anything? ``
If he ever got out of here, maybeโ Yeah.
He could hear the sound of something moving outside his cell, moving to gently tap against the wall.
" Hello? Is someone out there? I need help. . . "
That will be a helluva dad story to tell one day.
For now, the bigger body continued his crawl forwards towards where the man was. Still on edge of caution. Until he reached where he guestimated the sounds to have come from.
Eyes looking around slowly.
. . . .
thats not exactly a happy sound in the distance.
he shouldnt follow the sound.
.....
damnit. his 'bleeding heart' as its said. he can't turn away from someone who might need help.
so. he's crawling his way slowly towards the loud noise of.. hitting?
Adjusting his eyes to the new places. It's. Been a minute since he's been able to roam around.
He still is legless, but, has adapted to crawling around.
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Time blurs together. Quite severely, especially for him nowadays..
Slowly coming back to consiousness once more in the decrepit Playhouse.
Exhaling as tired eyes looked around. Lowly speaking out, mostly out of sheer habit - he didnt expect anyone to answer.
`` hello . . ? ``