[X'rhun raises a hand, just so Matt knows to stop the moment he makes contact with it. Then he puts one foot into the room, reaching for the knob and pulling the door closed. Instantly the sounds are silenced and the scent of blood is gone-- as if they never existed in the first place.
Except for the lingering tang in X'rhun's nose.
He shakes his head, both to clear it and to silently lament just how bloody ridiculous Deerington is.]
No-- merely a room without windows. The hallway goes on. [Only now does he lower his arm.
X'rhun can only hope that Matt doesn't equate the crying to the Miqo'te-- he at least hopes his voice has deepened or changed since that time. It's been twenty years after all.]
S'pose we just ignore any and all doors from now on, aye?
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Except for the lingering tang in X'rhun's nose.
He shakes his head, both to clear it and to silently lament just how bloody ridiculous Deerington is.]
No-- merely a room without windows. The hallway goes on. [Only now does he lower his arm.
X'rhun can only hope that Matt doesn't equate the crying to the Miqo'te-- he at least hopes his voice has deepened or changed since that time. It's been twenty years after all.]
S'pose we just ignore any and all doors from now on, aye?