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aRogueOne · 04-03-2020, 07:50 PM

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Originally Posted by Krel Ansell

He hadn’t fallen over…his cane had tumbled but he hadn’t. Surely lady in the lift next to him could tell the difference between a black and white support cane and a 6 foot tall guy. Maybe she had hit her head? He eyed her speculatively through his very large, coke bottle lenses. Was it rude to ask? Maybe…last time he’d asked someone if they were alright, he’d gotten his head bit off. ”Unspeakable. Lefel nine,” he said answering her question and deciding to keep an eye on her for other odd behavior. In fact, now he was wondering if his bad eyes had been playing with him and the lift had brought them to the Atrium…

He pulled his hand back from her. It had been intended to make sure she didn’t fall over again, but the lift was traveling normally for the moment, so he felt like the touching had become uncomfortable. Also, for some reason, he had the feeling that Zita would kill him if she saw him like this. Even if their relationship was still in (and didn’t seem to be leaving) limbo. ”On mein vay home. “ And he was, despite the earliness of the day. He’d spent the entire night working on a potion. ”Ent you?” he asked making conversation.

He was an unspeakable? Delyth had always wondered what the unspeakables really got up to there on level nine. Briefly, she eyed him, curious if they all weird grey, glowing eyes and a walking stick? Sure, it wasn’t likely but maybe. “Oh? That’s interesting” Somehow, she felt as though she wasn’t allowed to ask any other questions about his work. It was after all, unspeakable.

For some reason Delyth had thought they were getting off at the same level but obviously not. Well, maybe that was a good thing because there seemed to be a lot of calamity following them both at the moment and that was something, she could do without in her life thank you very much. “Well, I’m about to have some breakfast”. That was, if she could ever get to the food court. “I usually have some at home but I thought I’d have an early start".

Seeming not to need her shoulder to stay up right, Delyth shuffled ever so slightly to her left so as to lean up against the wall of the lift and waited patiently for the food court which, if she was correct, was the next floor.

04-03-2020, 07:50 PM	#15 (permalink)
aRogueOne MLE & DERP Puffskein Join Date: Apr 2018 Location: UK Posts: 1,570 Hogwarts RPG Name: Sloane Aubrey Knott Slytherin Fifth Year	Quote: Originally Posted by Krel Ansell He hadn’t fallen over…his cane had tumbled but he hadn’t. Surely lady in the lift next to him could tell the difference between a black and white support cane and a 6 foot tall guy. Maybe she had hit her head? He eyed her speculatively through his very large, coke bottle lenses. Was it rude to ask? Maybe…last time he’d asked someone if they were alright, he’d gotten his head bit off. ”Unspeakable. Lefel nine,” he said answering her question and deciding to keep an eye on her for other odd behavior. In fact, now he was wondering if his bad eyes had been playing with him and the lift had brought them to the Atrium… He pulled his hand back from her. It had been intended to make sure she didn’t fall over again, but the lift was traveling normally for the moment, so he felt like the touching had become uncomfortable. Also, for some reason, he had the feeling that Zita would kill him if she saw him like this. Even if their relationship was still in (and didn’t seem to be leaving) limbo. ”On mein vay home. “ And he was, despite the earliness of the day. He’d spent the entire night working on a potion. ”Ent you?” he asked making conversation. He was an unspeakable? Delyth had always wondered what the unspeakables really got up to there on level nine. Briefly, she eyed him, curious if they all weird grey, glowing eyes and a walking stick? Sure, it wasn’t likely but maybe. “Oh? That’s interesting” Somehow, she felt as though she wasn’t allowed to ask any other questions about his work. It was after all, unspeakable. For some reason Delyth had thought they were getting off at the same level but obviously not. Well, maybe that was a good thing because there seemed to be a lot of calamity following them both at the moment and that was something, she could do without in her life thank you very much. “Well, I’m about to have some breakfast”. That was, if she could ever get to the food court. “I usually have some at home but I thought I’d have an early start". Seeming not to need her shoulder to stay up right, Delyth shuffled ever so slightly to her left so as to lean up against the wall of the lift and waited patiently for the food court which, if she was correct, was the next floor.