He looked around, studying quickly what the place looked like in the daylight. Early morning light shown through a barred up window in the back of the cell, casting weak shadows along the floor where the darker ones weren't. "What are you two waiting for, Santa Claus? Get up!" The young male repeated himself, this time his impatience quickly seeping through. Lachlan realized that he wasn't talking to him, but to Rob. He watched as the boy crawled out from under his bench and yawned, then streched casually. He then stood up, not a glimpse of hustle. The young man scowled, showing his disgust. "Hurry up you lazy ass-" "I'm up!" Rob said, raising both hands defensively. The man just frowned. "Yeah, sure." He muttered, hardly any emotion in his voice. He pulled a key out of his pocket, chlenching the key tightly in his hand, as though someone were going to snatch it from him...
"Alright you two. I'm going to open the door, and you are going to follow me, got that? No running. You know who you are..." Lachlan tensed. He was ready to run again, knowing he was probably faster than the last time, but at the same time, he was expecting it... Dammit! He sighed, watching the man's keys jingle as he unlocked the cell's door. The door opened slowly with a creak, seeming so loud in the quiet building. The young man stepped aside, gesturing for them to follow, but Lachlan already knew what to do.
"Alright, follow me." The man directed.....#GuessWhatThisIsAboutIDareYou
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