[Dorian views space invasion in a few different ways: an opportunity to intimidate which he doesn't intimidate easily or an invitation to touch even though he's careful in navigating people when touching them. Just how hard are they yanking his chain and how hard should he yank back.
Dorian returned the pointed look with mock innocence, he was hardly an innocent man, he barely considered himself a nice man...well not always. Not admittedly.]
Of course, I haven't forgotten, I've a long memory John.
[Dorian leaned into the frame of the Door glancing around the room while his companion was busy with his shoes and socks. All of the capsules looked alike as did all of the rooms, Dorian's wasn't all that different...he would have to remedy that at his earliest opportunity.
When John was ready Dorian followed, but only as far as the exit, at the door he slipped by John into the hall.]
I'm quite good at leading the way. [It was a bit of a stroll, but it didn't take long to reach Dorian's capsule and what an obvious capsule it was with a Hart curled up on a pile of old linens to one side of the door. He had water, he had food (apparently that gelatinous pretender food was just as good for him even if it tasted just as synthetic...they were all suffering), when he needed was space and that was the challenging part. He'd been wandering up and down the halls, but he never went far.]
As you can see, I've a bit of a problem. [The Hart snorted as if he were disagreeing with Dorian, but the mage stepped past him into the capsule for now.]
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Dorian returned the pointed look with mock innocence, he was hardly an innocent man, he barely considered himself a nice man...well not always. Not admittedly.]
Of course, I haven't forgotten, I've a long memory John.
[Dorian leaned into the frame of the Door glancing around the room while his companion was busy with his shoes and socks. All of the capsules looked alike as did all of the rooms, Dorian's wasn't all that different...he would have to remedy that at his earliest opportunity.
When John was ready Dorian followed, but only as far as the exit, at the door he slipped by John into the hall.]
I'm quite good at leading the way. [It was a bit of a stroll, but it didn't take long to reach Dorian's capsule and what an obvious capsule it was with a Hart curled up on a pile of old linens to one side of the door. He had water, he had food (apparently that gelatinous pretender food was just as good for him even if it tasted just as synthetic...they were all suffering), when he needed was space and that was the challenging part. He'd been wandering up and down the halls, but he never went far.]
As you can see, I've a bit of a problem. [The Hart snorted as if he were disagreeing with Dorian, but the mage stepped past him into the capsule for now.]