Snippet #2436952

Damakos does not hesitate. He went to work immediately with a thorough scanning of his surroundings by lurking towards the door directly to his right. He grasps the doorknob with gloved hands and gives a slow twist with a careful push to avoid the door squeaking. With the door barely half way opened, he stalls, glancing at the ceiling and upper part of the door for any traps. There are none.

He enters the bathroom and glances to the mirror on his right. Damakos grimaced at his portrait and imagined the glass shattering. For the sake of being stealthy, this remains a perception. The sink contains hygienic products, but he grazes them; he reaches to the handle of the mirror and gently opens it. Nothing there but ailment related medicine. He squats down and opens the sink's cabinet to find cleaning products.

He glances over to the tub behind him and toilet on his left. There are towels well folded up with washcloths over them, shower curtains recently replaced. So far the bathroom looks and smells clean "No window?" he whispers. Damakos abandons the bathroom and heads to the dresser drawer next to the bed, near the balcony he entered. The first and second drawers contain conveniently placed sheets, comforters and pillow cases should the ones on the well decorated bed become dirty.

The 3rd and 4th are empty. Right now Damakos can deduce a couple things about this place: The owner takes good care of this place. The owner wants his/her/their guests to feel right at home.

Damakos cringes at the thought of being accustomed to hostility only to be invited to a place masquerading as a friendly atmosphere. It is one of the oldest tricks in the book. His thoughts are interrupted by the squeaking of his bed room door!

His eyes widen, tail swishing side to side, glancing over his shoulder to Tsukasa... a human! He shifts his entire body to face her, remaining stoic with caution. "I knew this was too good to be true..." he grumbled.