[Some bedrooms have bathrooms attached, though, and so - once he can see there's nothing more alarming to this room than the amount of dust settled over it - he leans in a bit further, checking to see if this is one such room.
It's not.
Which means now they have no choice but to press forward, down the dark, black hallway. He withdraws from the room and pulls the door quietly shut behind him with a sigh, and turns back to look first at Chihiro, and then at the door to the haunted bathroom. The door itself still looks innocuous enough, but the wet carpet directly below it belies that innocence. And...Yeah, the moisture is definitely spreading. He's not sure if there are any long black hairs flowing out with the water, but he doesn't want to stick around to find out.
He drops his hand, fingers brushing against the gun holster strapped to his thigh. Most of his weapons have a bit of a glow to them, he thinks, somewhat belatedly. He doubts they'll be any good against ghosts, but maybe one can be used like a makeshift flashlight. So he curls his fingers around the pistol's hilt and withdraws it from its holster; it glows softly blue, as always, and though the light isn't strong enough to cut through the darkness, it does push it back a little way...not very far, but far enough to be comforting, at least.]
Let's - [his voice cracks, the modulation implant in his throat twanging painfully at the same time. He coughs involuntarily, makes a brief, unpleasant gurgling noise deep in his throat, and chokes off a swear. Then clears his throat to try again:] Let's keep looking.
[He reaches out briefly with his free hand to touch her shoulder, although whether he's looking to reassure or be reassured even he's not sure, and holds the pistol up next to his head, like a torch, index finger carefully curled over the trigger guard as he takes the first step deeper into the darkness of the hallway.]
screeeeeeee
[Some bedrooms have bathrooms attached, though, and so - once he can see there's nothing more alarming to this room than the amount of dust settled over it - he leans in a bit further, checking to see if this is one such room.
It's not.
Which means now they have no choice but to press forward, down the dark, black hallway. He withdraws from the room and pulls the door quietly shut behind him with a sigh, and turns back to look first at Chihiro, and then at the door to the haunted bathroom. The door itself still looks innocuous enough, but the wet carpet directly below it belies that innocence. And...Yeah, the moisture is definitely spreading. He's not sure if there are any long black hairs flowing out with the water, but he doesn't want to stick around to find out.
He drops his hand, fingers brushing against the gun holster strapped to his thigh. Most of his weapons have a bit of a glow to them, he thinks, somewhat belatedly. He doubts they'll be any good against ghosts, but maybe one can be used like a makeshift flashlight. So he curls his fingers around the pistol's hilt and withdraws it from its holster; it glows softly blue, as always, and though the light isn't strong enough to cut through the darkness, it does push it back a little way...not very far, but far enough to be comforting, at least.]
Let's - [his voice cracks, the modulation implant in his throat twanging painfully at the same time. He coughs involuntarily, makes a brief, unpleasant gurgling noise deep in his throat, and chokes off a swear. Then clears his throat to try again:] Let's keep looking.
[He reaches out briefly with his free hand to touch her shoulder, although whether he's looking to reassure or be reassured even he's not sure, and holds the pistol up next to his head, like a torch, index finger carefully curled over the trigger guard as he takes the first step deeper into the darkness of the hallway.]