I've slept on worse. [Hauling the thing up, even from behind and through gloves, gives Bruce the same effect as last time: curious, a rush of swimmy-headed vertigo that feels like perhaps the beginning of a migraine.
Whatever it is, human, monster, undead, it goes along easily when Bruce steers it, not putting up much of a fuss except to grizzle and stagger. If he could have some sort of link to his computer and his utility belt, Bruce thinks he might can figure out what to make of this thing.
For now, it goes inside the walk in closet of the master bedroom; Bruce figures he'll be the one sleeping in there for guarding purposes anyway. Putting the thing stomach-down will make it a bit harder to stand up, and there's a loud bang as Bruce uses his boot to split the inside handle off the door. The bolt and outside handle remain unscathed, thankfully, but Bruce wedges a chair under just in case.
Then he ventures back out, closing the bedroom door as added measure.] It's secure.
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Whatever it is, human, monster, undead, it goes along easily when Bruce steers it, not putting up much of a fuss except to grizzle and stagger. If he could have some sort of link to his computer and his utility belt, Bruce thinks he might can figure out what to make of this thing.
For now, it goes inside the walk in closet of the master bedroom; Bruce figures he'll be the one sleeping in there for guarding purposes anyway. Putting the thing stomach-down will make it a bit harder to stand up, and there's a loud bang as Bruce uses his boot to split the inside handle off the door. The bolt and outside handle remain unscathed, thankfully, but Bruce wedges a chair under just in case.
Then he ventures back out, closing the bedroom door as added measure.] It's secure.