by gaslighting » Tue Oct 29, 2013 1:43 pm
With a very quiet, very muffled "Goodbye", Rex made his way inside his room, and shut the door. He tossed the bags down on the floor, and finally began to actually accept where he would be living for a while. Although the room was nice, it was far too big for his tastes. He wasn't sure how in such a big house, with so many people, he could be so lonely. He shook off the feeling and, feeling as if he was choking on the silence in the room, turned and walked back out, shutting the door after him again. If a dog managed to get into his room Rex would probably throw a fit. He didn't want that to happen.
He made his way back the way he came, turning to walk back toward the front door, and only stopping when his way was blocked by three people. He crossed his arms, figuring he'd just wait. He gave a glance to the dog. Should they really be running loose if they were growling like that?