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[8222002]

The fine line between weeks and months had long since blurred during his time in the mansion. B never felt so lethargic in his entire life, but that was mainly due to lack of stimulation to the mind. He read as many books as he could, ventured into dangerous rooms just to give himself a jolt of much-needed adrenaline, and generally tried to amuse

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[styx_and_loans]

"Hmm?"

He was sitting in a swivel chair almost directly behind B, his eyes gazing levelly around the room over a pair of thin-rimmed glasses.

Bekkou yawned and slowly stood up, trying to take in his surroundings- nothing much to do. No windows, no doors, the only light coming from a lamp in the corner. Most decidedly not his office.

"I don't remember hearing anything like this from the higher ups."

[8222002]

B blinks, turning to face the odd man wryly, book snapping shut with a muffled noise. "Higher ups?"

[styx_and_loans]

Bekkou raised an eyebrow, pressing his hands on his lower back and leeeeaning back until he could hear the definite popopop of his back cracking.

With a pleased little sigh at that, he strode forward until he was almost upon B, before leaning in with a curious look, trying to meet his eyes over the rims of his glasses. There was a thoughtful pause in which Bekkou simply watched him, as if calculating something in his head, before pulling back with a little sigh.

"...Just how long have you been dead?"

[8222002]

He tilts his head curiously at the sudden invasion of space, not backing down even as he brings his thumb to his lower lip for a brief nibble, trying to calculate the dates.

It doesn't work, though. Time has been so out of the loop for B that it could have been decades and he wouldn't have known. His unnatural right eye never blinks. "Years. Maybe decades. I have no way of knowing."