[It's honestly just coincidence that has Rip outside in time to catch sight of a figure moving along the mansion walls--and boredom that inspires him to follow after. Granted, he doesn't exactly have the stealth of a trained member of the League of Assassins, but once he's close enough to recognize the familiar silhouette? Rip gives up any pretense of hiding his presence.]
The door is actually the other way round, Miss Lance. [She no doubt knows as much already, but Rip can't quite stop himself. It's the same way a grin plays at the corners of his mouth, despite absolutely everything terrible about this little pocket dimension. Rip tells himself quite often that he would not wish this on anyone he cares for.
did someone request an idiot?
The door is actually the other way round, Miss Lance. [She no doubt knows as much already, but Rip can't quite stop himself. It's the same way a grin plays at the corners of his mouth, despite absolutely everything terrible about this little pocket dimension. Rip tells himself quite often that he would not wish this on anyone he cares for.
Yet he is still quite glad to see her.]