Gansey's dozing was more or less his usual amount of sleep: barely any. He might have caught a bit more if the sound of the door unlocking didn't instantly rouse him. Blinking wearily and looking at the door, he pushed himself up onto his feet and brushed off his clothes. Was it time to move rocks already? He was not looking forward to that.
But it was better than staying in the red and white room all by his lonesome. Gingerly, he stepped out of the room—only to have a mild heart attack by the Phantom's new costume. Which he chided himself for after—he was in the Opera Ghost's lair. Of course he was going to see some incredibly startling things. By that logic, the incredibly startling things shouldn't be startling at all.
It still spooked him.
He pulled himself together quite nicely, however, clearing his throat and offering his Opera Ghost a smile. There were bags under his eyes from the terrible sleep he'd gotten, and he still refused to eat, but such things were the aesthetic of a prisoner, he figured.
"Good morning. Is it time to... move rocks already? Fantastic." Not at all. Straightening himself up, he smoothed down the shirt he was wearing to have something to do with his hands. "I was thinking, you know, I never properly introduced myself. How can I expect you to give me your name when I haven't given you mine? I'm Richard. I prefer to be called Gansey, however. That's my last name. I like it much better than my given name."
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But it was better than staying in the red and white room all by his lonesome. Gingerly, he stepped out of the room—only to have a mild heart attack by the Phantom's new costume. Which he chided himself for after—he was in the Opera Ghost's lair. Of course he was going to see some incredibly startling things. By that logic, the incredibly startling things shouldn't be startling at all.
It still spooked him.
He pulled himself together quite nicely, however, clearing his throat and offering his Opera Ghost a smile. There were bags under his eyes from the terrible sleep he'd gotten, and he still refused to eat, but such things were the aesthetic of a prisoner, he figured.
"Good morning. Is it time to... move rocks already? Fantastic." Not at all. Straightening himself up, he smoothed down the shirt he was wearing to have something to do with his hands. "I was thinking, you know, I never properly introduced myself. How can I expect you to give me your name when I haven't given you mine? I'm Richard. I prefer to be called Gansey, however. That's my last name. I like it much better than my given name."