Nightshift 45: West Wing, South Hall 1-A

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Tyki headed through the double doors into the next hallway, still not seeing anything or anyone around this place. The area was still as empty and boring as ever. He'd almost wish for the head doctor to switch around the lay-out of the place a bit, if only it weren't for the fact that figuring out what was where would be a real pain. Especially on the rare occasion he would need to be somewhere, and considering the guy's excellent sense of timing...

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"Th-that's fine. Really. I like Shinji," he replied earnestly, eying Kaworu with more of his nervous energy. His comfort level still wasn't very high and even around Kaworu he was afraid of saying or doing the wrong thing. Especially because Kaworu acted different; he wasn't quite as self-assured or calm or smooth as he remembered. There was something slightly different about him; slightly wrong. Obviously, the whole Addison thing, but his mannerisms were changed around slightly. Just different enough to set off alarm bells in Shinji's head.

"...yes. Of course it's what I call myself. I mean... I don't have another name," he replied and then hastily added, "That I remember, anyway."

He flexed his fingers again, glancing up and down the hallway, "So... what now?"

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Addison stopped and took a moment to think. He directed his flashlight up and down the hallway, and eventually settled on a direction at random. One way was very much like the next, and Addison had no clear goals in mind.

"This way," he announced, and then added, "Shinji." He smiled over at Sean as they walked into the next, larger hallway.

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