Night 67: West Wing, South Hall 1-A

[asteroidbelt]

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Shuffling along the wall would make too much noise, so Ryusei walked normally along this hall. He was worried, but with the exits at the two ends, he'd see someone coming long before they saw him. He could always duck past, but— He'd deal with that if it came up. For now, he had to think about where he would go from here. Routine said the cafeteria, but logic dictated otherwise; there was no point to going there. How about the front door? That— That was an option, wasn't it?

... It...wasn't a good one.

... He'd made it without mishap. Next.

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[ever_loyal_dog]

No weapons? That was a shame. Soushi gripped his flashlight with both hands, as if the thing might make a half-decent club. Hardly. Maybe if he threw it? Even so, as long as they didn't run into any monsters, they'd be alright. He was fairly sure he could hold his own even then. And if they were just other humans like- well, like this one with the strange name, then he wouldn't be too terribly worried.

"I don't mind if it's boring," Soushi fidgeted, taking another step away from the bloodied hallway. "I don't wanna be alone."

Medical supplies weren't high on his list, but knowing where they were could come in useful in the future.

"It's nice to meet you Lingo-... Lin... -san," he made a couple of attempts at the foreign name before trailing off. He'd been no slouch in his language courses, but the man's name was still pretty slippery. If he were a bit more sure of himself, he might've attempted some kind of adorable nickname instead, but he wasn't sure if it would come off as endearing or obnoxious.

"Sorry, I'm not very good at... can you say it one more time?" he asked as he followed along.

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