Night 57: Front Desk (Medical Wing)

[purpletaint]

[from here]Unsurprisingly, the door opened with a twist of the handle and little pressure. The interior hidden behind a door long since locked--if they were to believe the blow-hard of a commander who had taken control--was quite large, dwarfing the sun room in comparison. Enclaves and doorways crept away from them, and Albedo was idly curious--

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[antiheroed]

Albedo's question was meant to test him. That was what he decided immediately. He hadn't missed the hatred that etched its way over his features; it didn't take familiarity with another person to see how quickly he turned himself away from his favor. It figured that the person he chose for his evening run would be so quick on the turn of emotions-or perhaps it was because Riku didn't deal with taunting and teasing the same way others did. He was usually responsible for it, and it was done for a reason. He didn't bother otherwise

[purpletaint]

What was helpful was that the dear blow-hard had given specific instructions, and none of these pretty little locked doors were labeled what Albedo was looking for. He sighed, continuing on.

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