[ When it comes down to it, having been non-corporeal for so long has instilled somewhat of an admiration for tactility in En. He's shy, yes, but he likes the feeling of things between his fingers, of being able to touch, to feel.
So he easily twines his hand with Monts', gratified with the fact that she's said yes. Emboldened, a little. ]
...'k. You good? Hall's this way.
[ And he leads her with his arm swinging just slightly, drawing an arch and cutting through the heavy atmosphere of the mansion. The dolls seem to whisper after them, but the murmurs still once they turn right and head down the hall to the servants' quarters.
Curiously, the screen doors in this part of the building are still intact, where they should have rotted away ages ago. They lead to tidied bedrooms, and it's really apparent that something is strange about the place when En turns a corner and finds futons laid out on tatami, as if someone'd recently been sleeping on them. ]
Hm. This place smells different. Newer? [ As if someone's done their best to keep this place hospital, despite all odds. If the other room exuded loneliness, this place is thick with regret. ]
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So he easily twines his hand with Monts', gratified with the fact that she's said yes. Emboldened, a little. ]
...'k. You good? Hall's this way.
[ And he leads her with his arm swinging just slightly, drawing an arch and cutting through the heavy atmosphere of the mansion. The dolls seem to whisper after them, but the murmurs still once they turn right and head down the hall to the servants' quarters.
Curiously, the screen doors in this part of the building are still intact, where they should have rotted away ages ago. They lead to tidied bedrooms, and it's really apparent that something is strange about the place when En turns a corner and finds futons laid out on tatami, as if someone'd recently been sleeping on them. ]
Hm. This place smells different. Newer? [ As if someone's done their best to keep this place hospital, despite all odds. If the other room exuded loneliness, this place is thick with regret. ]