Nightshift 39: M11-M20 Hallway
Nightshift at last. The Gambler left Not-Noah 2.0 without another word, pulling his hood over his head and making his way into the hallway. Tonight was going to be an interesting one, to say the least. Were it not for Grell and his idea of a date, Luxord might have been sleeping in as Landel was (and truly, he did not blame him. Even Nightshift was becoming repetitive, poor man).
As he made his way through the hallway, he took note of how everything felt so wonderful with his Organization uniform on. He never truly appreciated it in his own world, but now it was... comforting, he supposed. It made walking through the shadows easier as well--who would be able to spot him, shrouded in darkness as he was?
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As he made his way through the hallway, he took note of how everything felt so wonderful with his Organization uniform on. He never truly appreciated it in his own world, but now it was... comforting, he supposed. It made walking through the shadows easier as well--who would be able to spot him, shrouded in darkness as he was?
[To here]