Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2021 16:30:06 GMT -6
God, why is the floor in here always so sticky?
Dwight flinched when a particularly wet bit of stone floor made that one, specific kind of squelch beneath his heel. Eugh. He hated the meat plant, but it was the only reliable place to look for Amanda. She didn't like straying far, after all, so... Was there really anywhere else?
It was creepy in here, though. He shivered instinctively on staring too long at a hook's timer. When there wasn't a trial going on, they all flashed zeroes, clocks reset by an outage. Made it all feel too much like a storm had came and went out in the world, and he'd never know about it. Never feel the static in the air unless he was being shocked, never feel the rain on his face unless he was in danger of catching the plague.
Ugh. Little heavy tonight, buddy. This place is enough of a maze without getting lost in thought.
He finally managed to meander into the... well, could it really be called a "main room"? It was where the TV room and Amanda's things were, so he guessed that was good enough. But. Well. Here's the thing. That's not Amanda sitting on her bed, leafing through blueprints and files. As far as Dwight was aware, she had never needed a cane, and she certainly wasn't some... for lack of a better term, DILF supreme.
So here's Dwight, stood beneath the shutter doorway, looking fairly sheepish as some strange man he's never met rifles through his friend's shit. Terrific. And he thought he wouldn't need that social anxiety he had packed.
"Uh," He stops himself. Little too small there, Fairfield. Take another stab at it. "H- Hey! What are you doing with that stuff?" A bit better, but we'll try again another day.
Dwight flinched when a particularly wet bit of stone floor made that one, specific kind of squelch beneath his heel. Eugh. He hated the meat plant, but it was the only reliable place to look for Amanda. She didn't like straying far, after all, so... Was there really anywhere else?
It was creepy in here, though. He shivered instinctively on staring too long at a hook's timer. When there wasn't a trial going on, they all flashed zeroes, clocks reset by an outage. Made it all feel too much like a storm had came and went out in the world, and he'd never know about it. Never feel the static in the air unless he was being shocked, never feel the rain on his face unless he was in danger of catching the plague.
Ugh. Little heavy tonight, buddy. This place is enough of a maze without getting lost in thought.
He finally managed to meander into the... well, could it really be called a "main room"? It was where the TV room and Amanda's things were, so he guessed that was good enough. But. Well. Here's the thing. That's not Amanda sitting on her bed, leafing through blueprints and files. As far as Dwight was aware, she had never needed a cane, and she certainly wasn't some... for lack of a better term, DILF supreme.
So here's Dwight, stood beneath the shutter doorway, looking fairly sheepish as some strange man he's never met rifles through his friend's shit. Terrific. And he thought he wouldn't need that social anxiety he had packed.
"Uh," He stops himself. Little too small there, Fairfield. Take another stab at it. "H- Hey! What are you doing with that stuff?" A bit better, but we'll try again another day.