Oh. A noisy one. Oddly enough, Christopher found himself oddly calm in this situation. Well, he looked the part at least. But that had always been one of his stronger suit. Even in his youth, he had supposedly always looked like a dependable adult of sorts. He never really got it. But the other kids had told him. So there was some truth to it at least. Probably.







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That did not really help him at all, now did it? Mentally, he sighed to himself and tried to compose himself, even though he appeared to be stoic on the outside, still mostly looking to his side where he was seeing some sort of console not too far away. All while he was using a pin from his pocket that had fortunately been in reach to try and get those binds open. He doubted that it would work, but he was trying nonetheless.







That was what they had taught him, after all. Plus, as long as he was doing those sorts of things, his mind remained focused on them and he could sort some things out. “You should not be so loud. That is never good in a precarious situation,” he noted, as if talking himself more than the other, while still not looking at that one.





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