[ Some piece of his mind pipes up, "as opposed to non-Earth standards?", but then she opens the door.
This room is as empty as the first, the definitions of it vague in the way only dreams can provide. Sharp and crisp, however, is a single panel of metal flooring in the middle of the room, like something you might find in a factory or boiler room. On that metal plate rests a broken mask. On seeing it, Akechi's expression goes as blank as the featureless walls.
The compulsion to laugh is one he swallows. At least it doesn't show on his face. ]
... sorry, what was that you were saying? Before you corrected yourself.
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This room is as empty as the first, the definitions of it vague in the way only dreams can provide. Sharp and crisp, however, is a single panel of metal flooring in the middle of the room, like something you might find in a factory or boiler room. On that metal plate rests a broken mask. On seeing it, Akechi's expression goes as blank as the featureless walls.
The compulsion to laugh is one he swallows. At least it doesn't show on his face. ]
... sorry, what was that you were saying? Before you corrected yourself.