Woah-- that's new. [ said in the impressed tones of someone who has never seen a staircase pretend to be the world's most misshapen dog, but who has seen giant kamikaze robotic alien whales do something similar, and therefore his very first line of thought is 'i wanna try running on that'. and of course, this being kei, he goes off to do exactly just that.
abandoning his own staircase, which has decided that this would be a fantastic time to fold itself into the world's largest accordion, he pushes himself off and sails through the air for all of half a second, his ridiculous trench-coat tail flapping behind him like a broken banner before he lands in a semi-crouch on the rolling staircase. semi-, because he has to have a hand free for his sandwich, which he totally didn't scavenge out of a dead guy's kitchen because he was hungry, okay, what kind of an opportunistic idiot do you take him for (no really, he's actually that stupid). at least he doesn't take the opportunity to snack on his sandwich like a douchebag, but he does look down at the little girl with the death grip on the railings with some interest, even as he slowly walks along the rotating staircase in order to keep his balance. ] I'm surprised, though.
[ he doesn't look all that, to be honest. stubble, pair of swords hanging off his sides, twenty-year-old man with an opaque expression on his face that is completely offset by how cosplay-ish his trenchcoat looks, but the interest that he shows in the little girl hanging onto the railings is hardly feigned. ] I didn't think this house would mess with its own ghosts. ... Or maybe it's just trying to keep itself entertained while waiting for more victims? Can houses feel boredom?
phase iii. hi--
abandoning his own staircase, which has decided that this would be a fantastic time to fold itself into the world's largest accordion, he pushes himself off and sails through the air for all of half a second, his ridiculous trench-coat tail flapping behind him like a broken banner before he lands in a semi-crouch on the rolling staircase. semi-, because he has to have a hand free for his sandwich, which he totally didn't scavenge out of a dead guy's kitchen because he was hungry, okay, what kind of an opportunistic idiot do you take him for (no really, he's actually that stupid). at least he doesn't take the opportunity to snack on his sandwich like a douchebag, but he does look down at the little girl with the death grip on the railings with some interest, even as he slowly walks along the rotating staircase in order to keep his balance. ] I'm surprised, though.
[ he doesn't look all that, to be honest. stubble, pair of swords hanging off his sides, twenty-year-old man with an opaque expression on his face that is completely offset by how cosplay-ish his trenchcoat looks, but the interest that he shows in the little girl hanging onto the railings is hardly feigned. ] I didn't think this house would mess with its own ghosts. ... Or maybe it's just trying to keep itself entertained while waiting for more victims? Can houses feel boredom?