Night 52: M41-M50 Hallway

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((From M44.))His dinner had probably been one of the more uneventful ones in awhile, but that suited Claude just fine. After hearing about his father's release and running into his mother today, he had a lot on his mind. And that wasn't even touching on all the after effects of his sleep studies that he knew would probably follow him for a long

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just popping next door for a game of death pool, won't be long

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While they hadn't managed much in the way of actual discussion, Lunge hoped that he'd left Dent with enough food for thought that they'd be able to exchange a few more ideas by their next shift together. Still there came that vague but unshakeable feeling of faithlessness (you're not married to L, Heinrich. Don't be so dramatic), but it seemed to become slightly more bearable in light of the fact that he would be seeing the man later that night.

If you couldn't see it I'd have had to dismiss you from the investigation, L.

Funny. He'd only barely been joking, back then.

Flashlight in his right hand, radio in his pocket with the hunting knife (still stained), pool cue in his free hand: check.

He'd been expecting a short journey, of course, given that he and Venom had turned out to be neighbours, but barely one step out of his room Lunge found himself standing next to- well. Venom. Not that he looked exactly as he had the night before, though; apparently between night and day the nurses had taken a pair of scissors to the man's hair. Most of his face was still hidden, but for a man who seemed to have designed his hair for hiding behind it must have been a shock.

"Here." With a nod, Lunge held out the pool cue for Venom to take. His eyes flickered briefly to the man's bangs, curious, albeit in a rather less aggressive way than usual- it wasn't vital that he learned more. "Is that your only injury?"

I guess you can say this pool... is adults only.

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He took the outstretched cue into his left hand, immediately recalling how the weapon had been stolen from his grip just before Edward's idiotic suicide attack. Had the detective actually run back into those flames to retrieve it?

He would have questioned the matter if it hadn't been for Lunge's sudden desire to point out what every other person had pointed out this day and forced his mouth to visibly open into a grimace of discomfort. He didn't understand--when it had been its full length, hardly anyone had the nerve to point out its absurdity compared to the rest of the asylum and that had been if they had noticed him at all. Now that it was missing a few inches, every being on the planet had become magnetized to him and filled with the need to remind him that he owned a face. While he was used to being the center of attention, it was always attributed to fear. He wasn't feared here. If he was, they wouldn't repetitively state the obvious in his presence.

Nevermind the fact the question remained to be about his health and not simply bringing attention to the obvious flaw in his appearance. The notion that someone would ask about that was just as disconcerting to him.

Eventually, his lips returned to the firm line they usually made. This wasn't the time or place to speak about that subject. "I thank you for returning this," he said with a bow, intentionally hiding the rest of his face with the movement, "but I'm afraid I don't have time to discuss anything at the moment. If you do not mind, I would prefer to speak with you at a later date."

He didn't wait for a response. Instead he straightened himself, head tilted to the side as if to keep the exposed part of his face out of view, and turned to leave.

He had business to attend to.

[Walking off to this hall.]

YEAAAAAAAAAH /shades

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It was probably fortunate that starting a conversation hadn't been Lunge's primary aim. Venom couldn't get away from the question fast enough. Still, that alone was enough to reaffirm his thought that the man had been hiding before- didn't like to be reminded that he was a little more out in the open now, did he? He hadn't even referred to it directly and he'd still managed to break that pokerface.

The matter was worth noting for later, when they spoke next (you don't seem like the type to lie- your previous greeting was about custom and diplomacy- so what is it you're concealing?), but Venom wasn't the only one with places to be. L was likely waiting with their third partner for the night, and it wouldn't have done at all to keep them waiting. Not out of a real burning desire to be punctual, that was- Lunge had the feeling that L would probably be the type to leave without him rather than sit and wait all night. That, or perhaps come looking for him if he was feeling generous.

Readjusting his inventory- knife now in hand, even if the hallways tended to be empty of monsters- he switched his flashlight on and made his way down the hallway, towards L's room. M25, same as before.

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