"Fifteen minutes after you got home?" He clearly doesn't believe her, and he turns the knob and pushes the door open without any further warning. He takes on look at her and... yes, she was definitely lying. Little brat. "... Lying's bad, you know." Still, it's a good excuse to take stock of what she's wearing and decide how to approach the situation.
He steps inside and pushes the door shut. There's no one else that can see what's going on or potentially walk in on them, but in his opinion it lends a slightly ominous nature to his actions. Perfect for driving home his point. He doesn't make a move yet, however. He steps closer and shoves his hands in his pockets. Inside one he has a length of soft rope, but he doesn't pull it out just yet.
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Date: 2016-09-11 12:31 am (UTC)He steps inside and pushes the door shut. There's no one else that can see what's going on or potentially walk in on them, but in his opinion it lends a slightly ominous nature to his actions. Perfect for driving home his point. He doesn't make a move yet, however. He steps closer and shoves his hands in his pockets. Inside one he has a length of soft rope, but he doesn't pull it out just yet.
"You were late coming come tonight. Why?"