Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-30014014-20181122025632

Prad's heart jumps up and down. Up and down. HIs eyes synchronized, despite himself, to the act of gray man. His non-existent hand reaches just over the guard's face. Any moment could very well see an escalation from the man in the wall. He knows his acts set Prad's fragile heart in emergency "Relax...I'm just...observing this man".

Fortunately for him, however, the man in the wall had what he wanted at this point. An ancient tally made to siphon every bit of information from anything he sets his palm against, no matter the gap that separates them.

Soon enough, Prad is inhabitated by the unnerving presence of his watcher, sitting in his own fold in space and time, gazing down at a crystal ripe with knowledge. This would set the young man in a genuine relaxation for a time, as if his weights had been cut from him.

This soothing freedom compels him to rise from his bed to limp to the window. An act noticed by the gray man "Going so soon? And here I was thinking you'd wanted to be a lamb to this place..."

"No, just walking a little..." returns Prad, going to the window, simply to observe. He sits by it, a leg resting on the board, the other dangling down. With but one hand free to move, he slowly passes his fingers on the glass separating him form the outside. His eyes are in thought "I wonder how they fare..."