[b][center][h2]Joel Nicolosi[/h2][/center][/b]
	
At first it was easy. As Sio yelped and did an Olympic-level leap over his couch, he was right behind her giving a predatory howl from behind the mask of the helmet with his arms outstretched after her. He made a show of flipping over the loveseat as he bounded behind, but as she slammed his bedroom door in his face and struggled for the lock that wasn’t there he found himself laughing so hard that he couldn’t go any further. Removing the helmet and clutching his side in a pitiful attempt to assuage the pain inflicted by his guttural hysterics, he slid down the door laughing uncontrollably. He’d used the helmet to scare the hell out of women before, but Sio’s reaction had been one of the best. It didn’t take long before there were tears in his eyes from the laughter.

The room was so quiet behind him he wondered if she’d tried hiding under the bed or took off further for the bathroom in hopes of finding a window that wouldn’t be there. Joel’s upstairs renovation wasn’t exactly a legal one and did not meet city code requirements for a living space with only the door as an escape route. Since he lived alone, keeping the lock off had been a practical move and he laughed even harder thinking about her fumbling around in the darkness with no idea that he could bust in there at any time and scare her some more. He hoped she didn’t break anything, but then again thought it might be worth it as he laughed even harder.  

The thought crossed his mind to leave her in the dark and go down and eat, but with what could only loosely be described as sympathy he rapped on the door, still laughing. "Bring your ass outta there," He cackled. He had to fight against the urge to cough from laughing so much that his mouth was dry.  "Or I'm gonna leave you in there. I'm hungry."
 
[@Almalthia]