Nightshift 30: M-C Block Hallway

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It didn't take long to scurry down the short hallway and into the main block one.  His flashlight bounced along as he went, not quite a run, not quite a walk.  He'd feel much better once he was clear of most of the people here.  At least, that's what he told himself.  The truth was, as much as it scared him to face Kurogane or the others, it scared him a lot more to think of facing the things that lurked here in the dark by himself.

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[vintagebrit]

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Rounding the corner quickly, Mason spun around, trying to catch any evil creatures in the beam of his flashlight. But the hallway seemed more or less deserted.

"Thank fucking god," he mumbled to himself. Creeping along slowly, he headed for the door at the end of the hall.

[longlivetheking]

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It seemed finding someone to accompany him for tonight happened to be less difficult this time. Scar's feline eyes quickly spotted a beam, with a human silhouette to go with it. A human male, he suspected. Sneaking up on this man hardly left a good impression, however. He switched his lightstick on, giving away his presence as he approached the person somewhat cautiously.

[vintagebrit]

As soon as he saw the other flashlight turn on, Mason whirled around, aiming the beam of his own flashlight at chest-height.

"Who goes there?" he demanded, trying to lower his voice to sound gruff and manly.

He really hoped it wasn't someone who was going to set him on fire again.

[longlivetheking]

"I am Scar, merely another patient passing by." Scar answered smoothly, not intimidated by the man's voice. "No reason to be jumpy, as I mean no harm." A polite smile appeared on his lips.

"And who do I have the pleasure of running into tonight?"

[vintagebrit]

Mason was a little put off by the man's fancy talking, but was determined to pretend that he wasn't.

"I... uh... I'm Mason," he said. "I'm... um... I'm going for waffles." He pointed down the hallway towards the door, moving rather jerkily as he wasn't sure of his footing with this bloke.

The reaper swallowed hard. "I like waffles," he explained.

[longlivetheking]

"Waffles?" Scar asked asked, genuinely curious. "Would you care to tell me what these...waffles are?" His eyes followed the man's finger as he pointed towards the door, almost as if he expected to find the answer to his question there.

[vintagebrit]

Mason raised his eyebrows. Apparently there were people in the world who didn't know what waffles were. That was just fucking wrong.

"Uh..." the reaper started, scratching behind his ear. "They're like... um... like pancakes. Sort of flat and bready, but you put them in a waffle iron, so they have a funny shape. Like, round, but with... with dents in..." He gestured uselessly, stabbing the air with his finger to represent the dents.

"C'mon with me. I'm just going to the kitchen. You can see waffles for yourself, mate," he suggested, and began walking backwards down the hallway, watching to see if the weird waffle-not-knowing fellow followed him.

[longlivetheking]

Mason's explanation didn't shed any light on the alien concept of waffles. What in the world were pancakes? Or a waffle iron? What were these waffles for?

"Very well, I will accompany you." Scar answered, following the human man. If anything, the trip to this 'kitchen' would be educational.

Or so he hoped.

[longlivetheking]

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