i need someone active later in the evenings (Open OxO)

"Do it then." Knight says bluntly.

Derik huffs, then stands and starts walking away.

Knight literally just steps in front of Derik.

Derik huffs, ducking past him. “Tall ass mother fucker-“

Knight moves in front of Derik again.

"It is how I was made. You have an issue with it, take it up with HDZ Corp."

Derik glares at him, “Maybe I will.” He (somehow) roundhouse kicks Knight in the side and sprints off.

Knight doesn't even move at the kick.

As for Derik's mad sprint for freedom? Stopped very short by Knight's grasp on the back of his neck.

Derik yelps, grabbing at Knight’s hands.

Knight doesn't flinch, only keeps his grip as he lifts the smaller man into the air like a sack of feathers.

"No."

Derik hisses softly, squeezing his eyes shut.

Knight sets Derik down a good 60 feet away from the door.

Derik growls, “What the hell do you want?! Do I look like I care that you escaped?!”

"No. But I care." Knight says bluntly.

Derik rolls his eyes, “Dude if I don’t give a shit then I wont snitch.”

"People are as a basis, untrustworthy." Knight replies.

Derik heaves a heavy sigh. “Augh and you’re annoying!”

Knight ignores Derik.

"I'm going out. I'm locking all exits. Don't even think about escaping." he says.

Derik starts mocking him, “DoN’t EvEn ThInK aBoUt EsCaPiNg-“ He rolls his eyes.

Knight looms over Derik, staring at him.

"Would you rather me say it as a statement of fact? 'You will not think of escaping.'"

Derik scoffs, “Whatever dude.”

"Either way, the point stays the exact same." Knight says bluntly.

He walks around the warehouse, shifting a few 100 pounds worth of machinery and steel in front of every door and simply pulling ladders and stairs off the brick walls before going out the front door and moving one of the heaviest pieces of equipment - an abandoned backhoe - in front of the doors.

Derik huffs, then immediately starts looking around. Mainly out of boredom. After a while, he grumbles and plops down by a wall.

Knight returns a few hours later carrying filling - but not very tasty - MREs.

About 3 dozen of them.

He also brings two air matresses, a few blankets and two pillows.

He moves the heavy machinery in front of the front door and walks in, tossing one of the MREs at Derik.

"Food."

Derik huffs, “Jee thanks. Glad you actually care a little.” He takes the food.

"Be glad I remembered you need food." Knight says bluntly.

He opens 3 MREs himself and tears into them quickly before setting up his mattress, thin blanket and comforter.

Derik eats one, then sets a few aside for later. He then sets up his own ‘bed’ and plops down.

Knight closes his eyes, appearing to fall asleep.

Derik huffs, staying silent.

A few hours pass at this point, in which Knight is alterantaing between sitting down and doing an honestly brutal workout regimen, both out of his armor and inside of it. Either way, the earth makes loud thuds with every movement he makes during this time.

He'd stripped off his shirt near the beggining as well, revealing muscles more defined than a Merriam-Webster Dictionary, in his arms, chest and back. It was honestly staggering how big even this man's forearms were; they beat Popeye the Sailor's by a great deal, and Maui's. Not to mention his biceps which, even considering the size of the man, were absolutely massive.

(DAMN)

Derik growls, opening his eyes. “Can you shut u-“ He blinks, looking at Knight. “Well damn-“ He mutters.