>>3482846With a bit of curiosity, he decided to reach his hand out. Slowly and carefully. His fingers, had felt something. But the texture was quite soft, and in an office building, you would expect it to be a curtain , or even a piece of A5 paper ? A piece of carpet perhaps ? He kept on kneading and feeling whatever was infront of him, using his fingers and almost digging into the unknown substance, now with bits of fur, his mind registered. This was absolutely not even remotely important relevant to his current objective, but his interest had overshadowed whatever urgency he had.
But it all suddenly came back, at the very next moment.
"Stop." an old,groaning voice said, centimeters from his face.