Snippet #1465258

{I'm going to take it that this is me you are addressing}

"No, Not at the moment I'm afraid, Red-head." Matt said, taking a step forward so he was half in and half out of the soft embrace of the shadow. He was surprised that this girl had noticed him. Humans didn't usually notice him when he was in the dark. Ah well, he wasn't trying too hard to stay hidden anyway. Matt ran a hand through his hair, studying the red-head closely. "You don't seem happy." He commented. "And I am Matt by the way." He would shake her hand, but it was a foolishly human thing to do, so he kept his left hand in his pocket, and played with the collar of his shirt with the right.

Matt then looked past her, grinning lopsidedly as the butler hurried up, panting and wheezing.It seemed as if Red-head had been in an angry huff, leaving the poor man to drag her stuff. That was uncannily like what he had done his first day at this accursed castle. and he had brought much more stuff, random things that he would never need or use, some of which he had no idea how to use. It wasn't that he was vain or anything, he just needed the clutter. Clutter was good. Clutter was a distraction. That is why all the things he had brought were scattered around his floor at the moment, some of them whirring or buzzing or smoking. It made it cozy.