Date: 2021-09-09 08:32 am (UTC)
notsosou: A teal-haired man looking to the side pensively. (Contemplative)
From: [personal profile] notsosou
[It's silent, dead silent, and dark, like a school after everyone's packed up and gone home for the night... empty and dormant and waiting.

Just their feet, and the sound of each other breathing, and then Sara stops suddenly and he follows her gaze.]


.....

Ahaha... [It's a quiet, weak laugh.] Guess this is yours...

....

[He steps down, closer to it. He's had practice fighting his own nausea, urge to run away in an area where there's no such thing, cramming down that rabbit-heart thing whenever it started clawing it's way back up again. The last step and then he's just standing there looking down at it for a long while, what area of his face visible being blank. It's hard to say what he feels. It feels a bit much to feel anything when this was what he'd, at some point, in some form, wanted.]

Don't look at it, Sara. It's not reality, right? [The tone dips just enough gentle it's plausibly deniable before going back to business.] Time to see if anything else has changed... [He flicks on the lighter, swiffs his scarf back over his shoulder, and starts walking into the dark, towards the lobby.]
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