[ Hook doesn't like elevators, that's just a fact. He's not been forced into many, only ran into them in Storybrooke and New York and he always picked the stairs when given the option. To him, elevator was not an accurate name. Certain box of doom was more descriptive and honest. He hadn't tried the creaking, tight space as it was, and didn't intend to, either.
It was just the sight of a girl dressed as ... well, honestly, she looked like a court jester, and that was not a look he'd seen much outside of the Enchanted Forest, that drew his attention.
And that bright, a little too eager grin? Well, that's the grin of a trouble maker. It does take one to know one, but curiosity gets the better of him. ]
I'm told that's broken, darling. [ which is really just a subtle way of wondering what she is up to. ]
elevator antics!
It was just the sight of a girl dressed as ... well, honestly, she looked like a court jester, and that was not a look he'd seen much outside of the Enchanted Forest, that drew his attention.
And that bright, a little too eager grin? Well, that's the grin of a trouble maker. It does take one to know one, but curiosity gets the better of him. ]
I'm told that's broken, darling. [ which is really just a subtle way of wondering what she is up to. ]