Characters: Spain and Romano
Location: Casualty Communal 11-I, AKA Spain's Den of Terror
Rating: PG-13 for Romano's pottymouth, I guess.
Time: August 27, late afternoon (after siesta, of course)
Description: Romano visits a particular idiot with intentions on finally taking him on that tour he promised. But on this journey of epic proportions, he witnesses something that is somewhat useful, slightly destructive, and almost horrifying all at once.
Romano felt like the kindest fucking soul in the whole damn universe right now.
Because he decided that maybe he would take Spain out on that tour of the city the idiot wanted, even though Romano was fully aware of the fact that it could only lead to terrible things. After all, watching over Spain was like watching over a five-year-old kid with a five-second attention span sometimes. But after some deliberation, Romano decided that with his newfound knowledge of the DEMISE'S map function, now was just as good a time as any other time would be... so might as well get it over with quickly, right?
With that, Romano picked up his DEMISE and made his way out the door and into the elevator. And now, eleven stories above ground, he stood outside Spain's door.
A passing thought reminded him that he didn't really give Spain much notification of his arrival, but it wasn't as if the idiot would be doing anything useful right after his siesta, anyways. Feeling a bit smug about his own amazing selflessness, he raised a hand and rapped on the door's surface.