"'Cat Man' is not my name, goddammit! It's Julian! Julian!" he grumbled, crossing his arms and turning away as he listened to the rest of the explanation. Thinks he killed someone? Ah, so he really was the one they were looking for...but why didn't they say anything about it when they dropped him off? They just said they'd found him out there and...that other guy, too.
This was mighty puzzling. And what was this about a buzzing? Lifting his head a bit, he tried to listen, but he couldn't hear a thing that might be taken for buzzing. Turning back, opening his mouth to tell Kabe about what the police had said when they'd brought him in, he only saw that his eyes were closed. Stopping himself, he eyed him suspiciously for a few moments. "No, you aren't sleeping again, are you?!" Standing, he leaned over him, watching the slow rise and fall of his chest. "Oh, for goodness sake! So lazy! How can you be that tired, you just slept for days! Literally!" It was no use, though, this wasn't going to get him anywhere.
Suddenly, though, an idea began to form.
He thinks he's going to prison? Fine. Quickly slipping from the room, he went to employ the doctor's help in his plan. He realized, though, that the man probably wouldn't be too keen for having his rooms rearranged and returned almost immediately. He would leave this one a mystery for him.
Taking out the doctor's equipment, armful by armful, Julian quickly emptied the room of all things it should have properly held save for the bed Kabeyage was on. Dragging furniture, he left it all strewn about the kitchen with no intentions of moving it anytime soon. So childish.
After rifling through drawers and finding none of what he needed, Julian slipped out to the markets. When he returned some time later, though, his arms were ladened with heavy rolls of the darkest fabrics he'd found and, his prize, a weighty two-way shackle. Ah, he was a child.
Sneaking back to the room, Julian stuffed the key in his pocket and snapped each cuff to Kabe's wrists. Shaking his head and giving a short snort, he made quick work of covering up the window near the corner to darken the room and then, with difficulty, drape the rest of the stuff along the walls to make it practically pitch black. Returning to the bed, he snatched up the blankets covering the sleeping man before exiting the room. He locked the door behind him.
Setting down his bundle with the rest of the room's things in the kitchen, he finally allowed himself a chuckle. He would wait. See if this holds his attention.
