[ Akira is easy enough to follow, steps as quiet and steady as ever; he holds fast to his arm and lets the conversation go as they make their way... somewhere. The walk feels endless when he can't see and gauge the halls, and he's winded by the time he finally hears a door swish open. When he gets to sit back down, he doesn't have the energy for any more posturing, slumping his weight against the wall, sighing out— ]
Thank you.
[ His first guess is a clinic, though there's hints of something else. He can't make out that much more than the chemicals on his own skin, but he does catch the scent of something grassy, the air humid and strangely herbaceous.
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Thank you.
[ His first guess is a clinic, though there's hints of something else. He can't make out that much more than the chemicals on his own skin, but he does catch the scent of something grassy, the air humid and strangely herbaceous.
Not too hard to conjecture from there. ]
This is where you work?