Jan 18, 2017
@metallicminx
The handle of a matte black sight cane came down onto the moulding of the wood doors. A small beat of a tune and he steps back. He’s there with purpose but he glances around like theres something he wasn’t expecting, a glint of a smile tickled his lips. With hardly a thought, he raises the cane for another knock but is startled by the indication of something on the other side of the door and reeled the cane back into his close hold. A hand swiftly moving to push up his sunglasses and straighten his jacket. A hesitant force signals similar behaviour behind the door, so he speaks out carefully, “Hello? Is someone there?”