Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24012109-20161108204158/@comment-24012109-20161117055516

"I mean, by the way you're writhing on my floor; a fair bit."

Normally, he's be worried about the noise she'd be making: Something akin to an extremely angry small dog with bigger lungs than its' body. However, he was mostly letting her believe that she was crying out. Aside from earlier, the moment he grabbed her hair, he effectively used his semblance to make her overall volume zero. Ofcourse he could still hear her though, making his morning sour at best.

His hand patted her head while she struggled, but then he stood up and cancelled his ability on her to close the door to the outside, and more importantly to look into the closet right next to them. He had to think quickly, as her being away from him meant she actually could make noise. Granted it probably being still before 6, but naturally he didn't wanna cause too much trouble on the other tenants. Turning around, he pulled out a reliable length of rope and casually strolled to her legs.

A stray kick hit his chin hard, but holding her legs together he tied her legs by the calves up and tightly. It honestly felt like he just tied up a bull.