[ Is what he mumbles under his breath as the doors close, as he settles against the back wall of the elevator and waits for it to climb laboriously up to the roof. He feels like maybe he should have given her a trinket or something— his earring? has he done that before?— just so she has something of his to fool around with, but he decides that in the end, it's not necessary.
His eyes are closed for the duration of his ride up, one red eye opening when the bell rings and signals that he's arrived. ]
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[ Is what he mumbles under his breath as the doors close, as he settles against the back wall of the elevator and waits for it to climb laboriously up to the roof. He feels like maybe he should have given her a trinket or something— his earring? has he done that before?— just so she has something of his to fool around with, but he decides that in the end, it's not necessary.
His eyes are closed for the duration of his ride up, one red eye opening when the bell rings and signals that he's arrived. ]
Well, time to work.