06-14-2014, 09:46 AM
When the door opened, Red glanced towards it, at the girl that now stood in the door way. Just mild curiosity in his half feral red eyes as he looked at her for a moment, then he turned back to washing his hands. Once they were clean he lowered his head and began to wash his face. Clearly not very concerned or intimidated by the woman in the door way. Red was pretty confident that Bell would protect him, he was also fairly sure that even if the woman tried to attack him, he could fend her off easily himself. Red didn't turn again until he had washed all the blood away, then he turned his whole body to face her. By that time, Bell had made his move.
Bell waited and he watched, silently. Lingering there behind her, he let her pull the weapon out before he moved. A single step brought his body so very close to her own, and at the same time he laid his hand over her hand. The one on her revolver. He lifted her arm, as if he were just harmlessly helping her to aim at some shooting range. Though Bell was far from a shooting instructor and this was no shooting range.
He let his chin rest gently on her shoulder, his lips close to her ear as he lifted her arm, helping her hold her gun. He aimed it at the red haired man at the sink, aiming the gun higher and higher at Red until it was pointed at his skull. Bell's skin was cold to the touch, but his hand was gentle even in it's firmness around her own. If she moved to free herself, Bell would let go of her. It was more amusing when they resisted. "Are you going to shoot my...friend?" Bell spoke the words with curiosity. "He's mostly harmless on nights like this." Those words were spoken with a matter-of-fact tone, and he merely meant nights that didn't have full moons. Though in this place sometimes it was hard to tell when it was night or day due to how gloomy it seemed to stay.
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