[ Gone are the days when he asks why about everything. In using their safeword, he expects this is serious. The seventh floor isn't nearly as crowded and labyrinthine as the basement. Still, it's on his second pass up the hallway that he realizes one door is slightly ajar.
Three (metallic) raps followed by a single one. The scrape of metal joints around the handle, and Pinocchio pushes his way inside, with a darting glance around the unfamiliar space, checking first if he's alone, second if it's safe. For Wriothesley, not for him. ]
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[ Gone are the days when he asks why about everything. In using their safeword, he expects this is serious. The seventh floor isn't nearly as crowded and labyrinthine as the basement. Still, it's on his second pass up the hallway that he realizes one door is slightly ajar.
Three (metallic) raps followed by a single one. The scrape of metal joints around the handle, and Pinocchio pushes his way inside, with a darting glance around the unfamiliar space, checking first if he's alone, second if it's safe. For Wriothesley, not for him. ]