03-07-2016, 02:14 AM
Remy grabbed some more food, stuffing it in his shirt pockets - button-ups were good for pockets, hence why his closet was always filled with them - and turning on his heels to face Wilson once more. He felt like he oughta do something to help, maybe gather up some more food from elsewhere in the lab or find a room that Wilson could stay in and do... whatever it was that weredogs do in the room? There were only a few select places in the lab that would be totally secure from Wilson, Remy thought, but he hesitated on suggesting them because he was worried he'd get stuck and locked up in those places and be forgotten about. Talk of paranoia, right? He just wasn't ready to be buried alive, or locked away alive he supposed.
Taking a few steps back, Remy looked around for a room that he could hide away in that wouldn't be that bad. Would that bullet proof glass hold Wilson back? He wouldn't know until it was too late. Maybe Wilson wouldn't be as ravaging as he was making it sound with him carrying. At least that's what Remy wanted to think.
"Where should I..." Remy trailed off as he scoured the area. Maybe back in the room Wilson had been in before with that glass? "I'll just, um..." Remy waved a hand at Wilson in goodbye as he slinked off down one of the corridors, trekking around the lab until he found a room he deemed relatively safe. He honestly couldn't believe he was doing thing, finding a room to hide from the werewolf. Weredog, excuse you. Remy settled in along the corner of the room, having closed the door; the room was still mostly walled in, although there were the normal windows that allowed for other staff to check in occasionally. Remy tossed the food he'd grabbed onto the ground and sighed. This would be a long night.
Taking a few steps back, Remy looked around for a room that he could hide away in that wouldn't be that bad. Would that bullet proof glass hold Wilson back? He wouldn't know until it was too late. Maybe Wilson wouldn't be as ravaging as he was making it sound with him carrying. At least that's what Remy wanted to think.
"Where should I..." Remy trailed off as he scoured the area. Maybe back in the room Wilson had been in before with that glass? "I'll just, um..." Remy waved a hand at Wilson in goodbye as he slinked off down one of the corridors, trekking around the lab until he found a room he deemed relatively safe. He honestly couldn't believe he was doing thing, finding a room to hide from the werewolf. Weredog, excuse you. Remy settled in along the corner of the room, having closed the door; the room was still mostly walled in, although there were the normal windows that allowed for other staff to check in occasionally. Remy tossed the food he'd grabbed onto the ground and sighed. This would be a long night.