[ At the sound of a knock, there's a thud followed by an immediate thunk. The former, as Felix dropped the boots of the guy he was dragging, and the latter from the knife he threw into the wall down the hallway as a warning to whoever was stupid enough to make noise on their way in. It's embedded deep into the wall, blood still dripping from the blade.
It occurs to him after the throw that a voice accompanied the knock, and the words catch up to him not long after. Huh, not some person tripping over themselves in their attempt to come kill him, then — probably, anyhow. He steps over the corpse and heads around the corner with little trepidation, a wry grin spreading on his face when he sees someone he recognises from the prison, if only from a passing glance, since he's not as familiar with those from the other blocks. ]
Well, not a bad one for me. [ Jerks his chin in the direction of the body, still not visible from Squalo's angle, but the blood trail has got to be telling enough. ]
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It occurs to him after the throw that a voice accompanied the knock, and the words catch up to him not long after. Huh, not some person tripping over themselves in their attempt to come kill him, then — probably, anyhow. He steps over the corpse and heads around the corner with little trepidation, a wry grin spreading on his face when he sees someone he recognises from the prison, if only from a passing glance, since he's not as familiar with those from the other blocks. ]
Well, not a bad one for me. [ Jerks his chin in the direction of the body, still not visible from Squalo's angle, but the blood trail has got to be telling enough. ]