[ Harold has become more comfortable over time with his breaking and entering duties, so at least he's familiar now with carefully stepping into an empty place, on the lookout for its inhabitants. He clutches the strap of his messenger bag and looks around cautiously. It does seem like he's come to the right place -- this is no doubt a workshop, filled with tools and metal.
As well as... glowing crystals? Well, there's teleporting teenagers, why not glowing crystal monitors, apparently. Harold's realized he needs to suspend every bit of disbelief he owns, but it's still a baffling trial at times. --Ah, there is a computer, a normal one. As well as a very tall, green person with loud headphones on. Harold has a moment of being totally scandalized at the lack of security (he just walked in! there aren't any locks or cameras! he's just sitting with his hearing cut off, oblivious to being approached!) before he pushes past it.
Harold resists an impulse to grab the computer and run, largely because he is not physically capable of leaving with it subtly. Which means he has to interact. He comes closer to the zoned out teenager step by step, shuffling toward him tentatively, hoping he'll notice his presence sooner than later. ]
Hello, [ he calls out more loudly, voice pitched to carry. ]
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As well as... glowing crystals? Well, there's teleporting teenagers, why not glowing crystal monitors, apparently. Harold's realized he needs to suspend every bit of disbelief he owns, but it's still a baffling trial at times. --Ah, there is a computer, a normal one. As well as a very tall, green person with loud headphones on. Harold has a moment of being totally scandalized at the lack of security (he just walked in! there aren't any locks or cameras! he's just sitting with his hearing cut off, oblivious to being approached!) before he pushes past it.
Harold resists an impulse to grab the computer and run, largely because he is not physically capable of leaving with it subtly. Which means he has to interact. He comes closer to the zoned out teenager step by step, shuffling toward him tentatively, hoping he'll notice his presence sooner than later. ]
Hello, [ he calls out more loudly, voice pitched to carry. ]