NIGHT 54: West Wing, North Hall 1-A
[From here.]At least if he couldn't soothe anything else, he could soothe the flashlight. While it seemed to rebel by flickering a few more times, the light stayed steady otherwise. So now, on top of attempting to supply himself with blood so he didn't randomly select a new victim and get stabbed between his ribs again or set on fire, he had to
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Kibitoshin hurried out after Sechs, determined to keep up with him and not give him any other reason to be angry. He even did his best to keep the flashlight pointed dead ahead over his shoulder, right where Sechs would want it while they walked. His pride was too busy hurting from that jab at his uniform to remind him that he wasn't a slave, he was supposed to be his friend, and- and-
And he was being a pushover. Again.
"I'm sorry about the uniform," he said quietly, after a moment. "Next time I'll wear my usual Institute things. I wasn't thinking." Maybe Sechs had a point. It was silly to wear something so brightly coloured when there were monsters around, even if it made him feel a little bit better.
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"I said forget it, alright?" he growled, shooting a quick glance at the healer behind him, "And keep your flashlight up, I have to see where I'm going--"
A hiss of static burst loudly from Sechs' pocket, he flinched slightly before snapping his head towards the source of the sound. The radio! Pausing, Sechs grabbed the noisy box, its sounds clearer now that it wasn't muffled by the pocket it was stored in, and he strained to listen to the man on the other end.
Meanwhile, the Kaioshin was still stammering on from behind. "Hey! Shut it, will ya?" Sechs hissed over Kibitoshin's fretting, "That radio guy is talking ( ... )
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