Wesley had just finished drinking his soda when a loud knocking startled him, causing him to almost drop his empty drink can. It was only when the knocker asked if the room was occupied that he responded to the voice, which was quite deep like another man's. Wesley thrust himself off the bed onto his feet, almost bashing his head on the support holding the second matress above him. He brushed himself off and scratched a small itch on his chest with a claw.<br/><br/>"Just a minute." he called out, and he pulled open the empty cupboard next to the bed using both paws before pushing his open case into it, leaving the empty can right next to it. Shutting its door, he turned and walked over to that of the room and peered through the keyhole. Unfortunately, he couldn't tell who or what the knocker was exactly because only a small portion of him was visible, but he could tell that this wasn't somebody human. Returning to his upright position, he grasped the door's handle with both paws and pulled the door open an inch.<br/><br/>However, onward from that moment was when Wesley's dark side came into play, for who had been greeting him was a rabbit - an animal which was lower in the food chain than the cat was. Not surprisingly for him, the low, sinister voice of the dark side made its debut immediately after Wesley had finished scanning the bunnyboy's composure and appearance.<span style="font-style: italic">Heh heh, now Wesley - all you need to do is pounce - and he's yours for the taking.</span>it cackled darkly, followed by his hero side which countered brusquely.<span style="font-style: italic">Wesley, this is not what you should do. He's not prey to you, and you should not do this unless he volunteers.</span><br/><br/>But Wesley wasn't a person who would let his thoughts show in his facial expression - unless they elicited full control over his mental state. With a polite smile, he chirped, "Well, welcome to Room 101, I suppose."<span style="font-style: italic">That should put me at ease.</span>he decided eventually.