@divinerotten
The boy ( he doesn't know his REAL age, but a slight frame has made the assumption stick ) has been shuffling about for several minutes now. A back and forth in the grimy room that seventy-six holed himself up in. He can hear him getting into his things and it's something that likely demands his attention, but such a thing was fixated elsewhere for the time being. Ears twitched in response to the skitter of feet and shuffle of --- fabric? --- though otherwise he kept his focus downwards. Pouring over a letter of information he'd received earlier and only just now been able to look into.
His thoughts were broken the a tug to his jacket. And then another, taking advantage of it's openness to work it off him with surprising deftness that was both an asset and a danger. Seventy-six growled a low and disgruntled noise, not bothering to FIGHT as the article was absconded with. Curiosity peaked, he finally looked around to see just what sort of mischief the RAT was getting into.
Clothes as well as the bed sheets and some other miscellaneous, probably not very comfortable, items had been made into a rather mediocre pile. He wasn't a man of many belongings, traveling so often made that impossible. A snort passed through his nose and he shook his head, intent on going back to what he was doing until there was another tug. One that urged him to move. He clicked his teeth gently.
❝ I'm busy. ❞
