Well this is an interesting situation
The apartment above his office is still empty, and accumulating dust. Pagiel never goes there, and he can't bring himself to clean. For one, it would require him to, y'know, clean. And for another...
He hasn't moved anything, after moving his stuff out into Pagiel's apartment. He just... couldn't. It had been years, yeah, but... it was Des's stuff. He couldn't just move it. Well, the video games. And the movies. But other than that.
He still went there, sometimes, despite the dust and the loneliness. Go up there, sit on the couch, drink a glass of wine out of a dubiously clean coffee mug. Remember.
He's been doing that today, reminiscing, reliving old times. Good times, bad times, just times. But it's getting late, and Pagiel will worry. He sighs, goes to the door. He pauses in the doorway, as if hoping to hear something. Then he shakes his head and steps out...
Into a white room, not the Las Vegas heat. And thus, Mathias steps through the void, utterly bewildered.
"What. The fuck."
He hasn't moved anything, after moving his stuff out into Pagiel's apartment. He just... couldn't. It had been years, yeah, but... it was Des's stuff. He couldn't just move it. Well, the video games. And the movies. But other than that.
He still went there, sometimes, despite the dust and the loneliness. Go up there, sit on the couch, drink a glass of wine out of a dubiously clean coffee mug. Remember.
He's been doing that today, reminiscing, reliving old times. Good times, bad times, just times. But it's getting late, and Pagiel will worry. He sighs, goes to the door. He pauses in the doorway, as if hoping to hear something. Then he shakes his head and steps out...
Into a white room, not the Las Vegas heat. And thus, Mathias steps through the void, utterly bewildered.
"What. The fuck."