[There's a large, red man sitting on the bench that runs the length of the far wall. The dim light casts the severe angles of his face in shadow as he watches the turtle pace the cell with eyes that cast their own dull, golden glow. In his lap rests his gargantuan right hand that looks more like a column of strange, ancient architecture than a limb. A long, red tail snakes from behind him, its tip twitching like a cat's, is the only outward sign of annoyance he has about their current situation.
The kid's been at this for a while. In a way, Hellboy's a little taken aback by the guy's energy. Not many people can stay that mad for that long. He's not sure if he should be worried or impressed.
Not that he's hurting anyone, but just watching him go back and forth is getting a little irritating. He can hear some of the other guys in the cell grumbling about it, and the last thing they need is a confrontation.]
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The kid's been at this for a while. In a way, Hellboy's a little taken aback by the guy's energy. Not many people can stay that mad for that long. He's not sure if he should be worried or impressed.
Not that he's hurting anyone, but just watching him go back and forth is getting a little irritating. He can hear some of the other guys in the cell grumbling about it, and the last thing they need is a confrontation.]
Hey. Kid. Why don't you come sit down?