[That strange urge wasn't one Vincent alone felt. Not only did the feeling of being watched not go away, but it stalked them all the way down the hall and toward the stairwell at the end. Kit was prepared to fight if anything happened, though no matter how much he felt inclined to look back over his shoulder again, he never did.
Instead, he focused his attention upon the vending machine next to the stairwell door. He hadn't been mistaken when he'd recalled its location, but there was a message taped now to its face:
Sorry! OUT OF ORDER Please use machine in upstairs lobby!
βManagement
Idly, Kit removed one hand from his pocket to tug the sign free of the machine's front and inspect it more closely. It hadn't been there earlier, so this was likely the result of someone (or several someone's) stocking up on snacks for overnight and emptying the machine. Surely a coincidence...
But coincidence or no, he could scarcely overlook the opportunity to tease his companion after such a comment.]
I'd prefer to let ghosts do their own haunting. They don't need any help from me.
[The management message was pressed back to the front of the machine and then Kit headed toward the stairwell, a cool and enclosed space that wasn't poorly lit, even at this hour, and was in fact a little on the too-bright side. Its walls were a clean and bright white, the floors waxed to a shine, and each step lined with a bright yellow non-slip strip. Kit eyed them a moment, and then the smaller teen.]
They especially don't need help here. A stairwell at an aquarium facing the northeast and without a hint of blue to ward off evil? That's practically inviting ayakashi. Or worse β oni.
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Instead, he focused his attention upon the vending machine next to the stairwell door. He hadn't been mistaken when he'd recalled its location, but there was a message taped now to its face:
OUT OF ORDER
Please use machine in upstairs lobby!
βManagement
Idly, Kit removed one hand from his pocket to tug the sign free of the machine's front and inspect it more closely. It hadn't been there earlier, so this was likely the result of someone (or several someone's) stocking up on snacks for overnight and emptying the machine. Surely a coincidence...
But coincidence or no, he could scarcely overlook the opportunity to tease his companion after such a comment.]
I'd prefer to let ghosts do their own haunting. They don't need any help from me.
[The management message was pressed back to the front of the machine and then Kit headed toward the stairwell, a cool and enclosed space that wasn't poorly lit, even at this hour, and was in fact a little on the too-bright side. Its walls were a clean and bright white, the floors waxed to a shine, and each step lined with a bright yellow non-slip strip. Kit eyed them a moment, and then the smaller teen.]
They especially don't need help here. A stairwell at an aquarium facing the northeast and without a hint of blue to ward off evil? That's practically inviting ayakashi. Or worse β oni.