[It's at least a little wishful thinking on Brook's part, the idea that he should prepare for Scarlet's or Chase's arrival. Just in case, he tells himself, kicking himself for missing them. He was fine on his own for a hundred years. He'll be fine now, too.
It's not as though he's ever totally alone for long in this place, anyway. Case in point: here's yet another busybody offering him a hand. Brook tilts his head slightly, trying to suss out what's in it for Nikolai.
Ah. Maybe he doesn't want to be alone, after how much the red room clearly got under his skin. It probably won't hurt Brook to accept his help, then.]
You can if you want. I haven't had any luck here so far, though.
[He considers the remaining doors, then pushes open the green one to poke his head inside. Twittering birdsong and the brief rustles of animals jumping from branch to branch spill into the main exhibit. Musing, he turns back towards Nikolai.]
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It's not as though he's ever totally alone for long in this place, anyway. Case in point: here's yet another busybody offering him a hand. Brook tilts his head slightly, trying to suss out what's in it for Nikolai.
Ah. Maybe he doesn't want to be alone, after how much the red room clearly got under his skin. It probably won't hurt Brook to accept his help, then.]
You can if you want. I haven't had any luck here so far, though.
[He considers the remaining doors, then pushes open the green one to poke his head inside. Twittering birdsong and the brief rustles of animals jumping from branch to branch spill into the main exhibit. Musing, he turns back towards Nikolai.]
...This one's not so bad.