[ Hugh tilts his head back to watch, face lighting up at the display of the large bird taking flight. He's always preferred animals, insects, to people. He's much more at home sprawled out in a meadow with bees buzzing around him, watching the birds fly by, than cooped up in any actual house with actual people in it. In fact, if he has to be trapped in a creepy pointy room with colourful things on the floor, he's glad it's with a hawk. ]
Blimey... Sounds like we really are trapped. [ What to do about that. The brunette places his hands on his hips for a moment, looking round, then back to the floor. ]
Do you think maybe we have to put in some kind of code down here?
[ Hugh is tragically unfamiliar with Dance Dance Revolution. Or video games at all. ]
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Blimey... Sounds like we really are trapped. [ What to do about that. The brunette places his hands on his hips for a moment, looking round, then back to the floor. ]
Do you think maybe we have to put in some kind of code down here?
[ Hugh is tragically unfamiliar with Dance Dance Revolution. Or video games at all. ]