Nightshift 60: West Wing, South Hall 1-A
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S.T was navigating by a fingertip on the wall and the slight breeze of a functioning HVAC system. The halls were dark again. Completely empty, too. He was out early. And he was still thinking.
Something so fallible, he'd said. So that talk about a device had been true? Freaky. Maybe he really wasn't human. Replaced by a machine ( Read more... )
S.T was navigating by a fingertip on the wall and the slight breeze of a functioning HVAC system. The halls were dark again. Completely empty, too. He was out early. And he was still thinking.
Something so fallible, he'd said. So that talk about a device had been true? Freaky. Maybe he really wasn't human. Replaced by a machine ( Read more... )
Still no blood, no signs of trouble. He wondered if the guy who was going to meet him had already set out. It worried him that his description might not have been clear enough, but if it wasn't, then the guy was an idiot. Simple as that.
He continued trotting along. All of this was a routine by now. Then again, the fact that it was a routine was what bothered him. Status quo wasn't something that Riku had planned on returning to.
(He had a feeling he'd be feeling that way for a while tonight.)
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