[ It sounds highkey terrifying; but, real talk? Yes. Just to say it happened and they lived, if nothing else. “I survived sex-crazed Eizen 2k19” -- just say the word, and he’ll have shirts made, no sweat. Thank him later.
For now, it’s elevator time, indeed. Life would be much easier for Eizen if he’d just wait and let the faithful Trust Box do its job, but... nope. As expected, he has approximately zero chill. No more, no less.
...Okay, maybe less. ]
Faster than stairs, that’s what it is.
[ Alright, at some point, he’s going to have to give a proper explanation of this device.
...but this point is not that point. Sorry, Eizen. ]
Just hang on, it’ll be over in a minute.
[ And indeed it is; except, not on the right floor? With a cheerful ‘ding!’ the elevator stops on -- naturally -- the thirteenth floor. No big deal, this has happened before; but the doors open to reveal no one standing there this time. Huh. Creepy.
In case the malak decides to make a break for it, Rokurou rather instinctively throws out a staying arm, as if cueing him to hold his place, (psh, like that’ll really work if Eizen sees fit to leave). ]
Hold on, we’re not there yet.
[--and with that, he presses the ‘door close’ button on the console.
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For now, it’s elevator time, indeed. Life would be much easier for Eizen if he’d just wait and let the faithful Trust Box do its job, but... nope. As expected, he has approximately zero chill. No more, no less.
...Okay, maybe less. ]
Faster than stairs, that’s what it is.
[ Alright, at some point, he’s going to have to give a proper explanation of this device.
...but this point is not that point. Sorry, Eizen. ]
Just hang on, it’ll be over in a minute.
[ And indeed it is; except, not on the right floor? With a cheerful ‘ding!’ the elevator stops on -- naturally -- the thirteenth floor. No big deal, this has happened before; but the doors open to reveal no one standing there this time. Huh. Creepy.
In case the malak decides to make a break for it, Rokurou rather instinctively throws out a staying arm, as if cueing him to hold his place, (psh, like that’ll really work if Eizen sees fit to leave). ]
Hold on, we’re not there yet.
[--and with that, he presses the ‘door close’ button on the console.
Thirteenth floor: Intimates, tacky shoes, cat memes. Going up...! ]