The Worst Kind of Surprise Party

[all_too_familiar]

There is a man. He's meditating, and floating several inches off of the ground. This is fairly normal for him - at least he's not floating various furniture this time. Just himself. He doesn't feel like exerting himself any further. It's been a long day.

He realizes it's going to be a lot longer when he's no longer in his room.

"I hate surprises," he sighs, and he opens his eyes to look at his new surroundings. He's still floating, and surprisingly calm.

Comments

[all_too_familiar]

Revan smirks.

"Leaving the box unopened is, of course, not an option. If I'm looting something, I'm looting something properly."

[unmarred]

"Do a lot of looting, then, do you?"

[all_too_familiar]

"Ehh. Yes? I'm not a - well, okay, I'm not typically a thief, but if I've just killed the previous owners of a place and suddenly all of their property is up for grabs..." He shrugs. "Yep. Looting the place. A man's got to eat."

[unmarred]

Mark shrugs, too. "Reasonable."