Can someone please give her a blanket or something??

G groaned in irritation, pacing back and forth of their smooth transparent entrapment, his hole-adorned phalange pressed tightly on the bridge of where his nose was supposed to be. He could only glare at the armed guards, who did nothing at all, and are trying their best to bother noticing the situation their captives are in.

A tight and uncomfortable state, that is.

His blazing golden pinpricks searched her, who was still standing at the corner of the area, her once calm lips, silently quivering underneath her mask of winter-cold atmosphere. Her grip on the jumpsuit she held tightened, a slight panic growing inside her troubled mind.

I am not dressing in front of that pervert. She thought in disgust, her closed orbs following his unsteady, yet quickened pace.

He, ont he other hand, glanced up the wrist watch of one of the officers, checking out the time. It was almost evening, which was good, hoping they'd probably close the lights off at night-

Wrong!

They didn't, the fricking rotten hearts of those humans. Were they also interested in seeing her change that badly? He growled, sitting down on the floor, his legs crossed, with his elbows resting on top of each knee, his hands placed to wipe furiously on his frustrated visage.

Okay, this would've been a point where G would've enjoyed probably a nice view, but he ain't some stupid jerk who does not know the definition of respect. He would've teased her, but the guards are really unsettling. Jackatches.

So when night really came, and the fluorescent lights are still on, he was full blown pissed with a lot of shit right now, jerking back up to his feet, slightly startling the girl.

He eyed back and forth in between the humans, before promptly unzipping the shirt of his jumpsuit, much to everyone's surprise. He glowered threateningly at the guards after fully taking his shirt off, "What are ya'll lookin' at?! Get back to work, dumbatches!" he growled, which in turn, they nodded, all about facing to the wall.

He tried his best not to laugh at how they reacted as he approached the woman, her eyes widely shooting up to reveal a soft tone of honey-glazed golden irises. He was at first, speechless, like if he was under the spell of a high enchantress, but shook the thought, along with the yellow hue that was desperate to reach his cheekbones, off from existence.

He was in a serious and a bad-mooded state right now, he doesn't have time to flirt around...

Well... Maybe just a little bit?

He chuckled lowly, holding her chin up for her eyes to meet his, golden to golden. For once, he felt if they were connected somehow, fated, but with how they practically met just oh so recently, he knew he was wrong. It was barely impossible.

As his orbs wandered along her gaze, he gave out his deviously infamous smirk, "Like what ya see, dove?" he cooed, his breath hitting against her face from the close proximity, allowing her cheeks to heaten to a dark rosy hue.

He chuckled once more in response, letting her go, throwing his grey shirt at the girl, with her, managing to catch in a dazed wobble. He turned about to face the glass, in a gesture of waiting, which she could not quite understand.

"Ahem." he coughed, fighting the urge to take the chance of turning to look back at her, even if he knew she hasn't started changing yet, "Go on."

She stared at him for a while, before landing it on the shirt she now held, and abruptly back to him, her curiosity and ignorance peaking up.

"Sorry to bother ya, sweets, but you know, staring at this build could cost a lot." he mischievously sighed.

"S-sorry." she wheezed uncomfortably, "And thanks." she whispered unsteadily.

"Don't worry, doll. I'll make sure to protect ya from prying eyes." he laughed good-heartedly, landing a glare on each of the guards, who may have their backs turned against him, but somehow, they could feel his intense ice cold stare piercing through them.

He doesn't why he's doing this, actually. He's pretty confused to why he even cared. In his thoughts, however, he recalled her eyes.

Everybody knew how keen he was when it came to reading and observing people head-to-toe, heart-to-mind. To him, he was sure that though she held an upright stature, a calm demeanor, she seemed innocent. Mistakened and fragile like glass.

Like him.

Maybe that's the reason why so?

He wasn't sure, for the first time. But her stare says it all.

And then again, there's still a lot about her that he did not know; like how the heck did she get to this point?!

Silently, he laughed under his breath at such coincidental irony. At how she was just like him. Who knows? She could be tainted as well, and he's willing to give her time to decide on telling him.

"Are you done, dove?" he called out, with her shifting to stand as her response. Luckily, again, he had good hearing and instincts, so he knew she was done, and so turned to see her dressed in the grey jumpsuit.

Gotta admit, her being likely as him is no joke at all, for she seemed to look perfectly in any clothing she'd be in, even in a jumpsuit, just like him.

He whistled in compliment, catching her off-guard, causing for her to fluster once more, and quickly throw his shirt right to his smirking face. He chuckled at her actions, pulling the clothing away, and zipping it back up for him to wear with ease.

"Showtime's over." he announced, making her blush heighten up a notch.

"I-I wasn't-" she murmured in a stammer, only to be interrupted by the tall skeleton, "-No, no, no. No need to apologize, it's fine. I know, I'll keep it a secret that you just enjoyed watching something much entertaining than television." he winked in a teasing manner.

In return, she slightly fumed, but did not talk any further.

"Now, it's bed time." he grinned at her mischievously, eyeing her and the bed platform, which she grantly took notice of, "Wanna go to bed?" he asked, wiggling his (-_- uh) the spot where his eyebrows should be, if that's even possible.

"N-no! I'm fine." she stammered in a wild fluster, "I'll be on the floor!" she shot, lying on the ground, which he couldn't help but laugh at.

He shook his head no, "Nu-uh. I refuse to wake up with a pretty lady on the floor. It's such a pity."

Before she knew it, however, she was slung on his shoulder, with him carrying her to the smooth white 'bed', placing her on it.

She looked down to her feet, embarrassed by what he just did, with her cheeks now in an apple tone.

"Now that ain't so bad, eh, doll?" he smirked, before promptly lying on the floor, ignoring the cold surface he's on. The satisfaction of seeing her on bed was enough for him to warm up a little.

"A-are you sure?" she asked, but only received a snore in response.

What the frick? He's asleep? She rolled her eyes in thought.

Oh well. Tomorrow's yet another day, something neither she, nor he was sure to be.