08-27-2019, 02:22 PM
[glow=#A76566,1,400]CAN'T YOU SEE THAT I EXIST, AND I DON'T NEED AN EXORCIST, TO LET ME OUT? — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
Blissfully unaware of what The Pitt truly represented yet, Musicbox had been simply existing in the group, day by day trying to figure out where he fit in on the grand scheme of things here. Because of this, he hadn't been aware of the fact that the people here captured and tortured others, seemingly for no reason other than to establish their own dominance. So, when the multi eyed feline wandered over to where Jervis was inspecting Red, he didn't realize the full severity of the situation, or what was going on. He felt a great deal of confusion when Jervis simply regarded the gorilla with a sick grin 9n his face, several of his blue eyes focusing on Jervis and reflecting the same question at his oddness. Frown on his muzzle, the blue tabby moved over beside Jervis and then just a bit closer, tilting his eyeless head to one side and questioning at the gathered around little group, [glow=#A76566,1,400]"Is he alright...? Is there anything that we can do for him? I know how to take care of others, and I've got a bit of medical knowledge."[/glow] He didn't understand that Red was a prisoner of war, and he certainly didn't understand that they had been the ones to hurt him and chain him up.