Wes (Mime Child) @Mime_Child

Looking around at the space in silent awe, the ravenette's eyes wandered about until meeting the eyes of the onlooker. Suddenly shy, he blinked once, then twice, backing away until he tripped over his own two feet and landed on the cyberspace floor. Not bothering to get up, calming slowly, he stared back at the person looking at him, crossing his legs, resting his hands on his lap, and smiling. Now that he was calm and had a collected mind, he tore his eyes from the fascinating giant that was watching him to look about his containment cell. Or at least, that's what he thinks it's called. That is the correct term, isn't it? Oh well, never mind the specific phrasing. He nodded slowly in satisfaction, not really caring TOO much about it's features, just glad that he was out of Maxwell's horrendous world. Yes, this would do just nicely. He'd stay here.