Night 57: MRI Storage Room

[mirthfulness]

> Gamzee: Procure four-wheeled device.

He eased the broken door aside enough to allow himself entry, peering at the equipment found within. This was the medical wing, after all. He should have expected lots of shiny metal equipment he wasn't familiar with. This wasn't exactly his area of expertise. (That area was regrettably small, admittedly

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[purpletaint]

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And here, this room seemed to reveal itself as the main source of things provided to those injured during the day. Wheelchairs, IV bags and drips, all of the sort. He frowned lightly, poking his way inward, nudging the shotgun at random things. How boring. Would all the rooms be so bland?

Though there existed a secondary door withing. Perhaps something less than mediocre could be found. "Should I take point, or you, dear?"

[antiheroed]

Dear? "Dear," Riku repeated, his tone somewhat disbelieving. Dork or idiot was more his style of mockery, so it actually caught him up and made him look down toward Albedo with bemusement. He recovered quickly, because a stupid nickname like "dear" wasn't going to erase his composure. "I'll go ahead," he managed after that. "I'll take care of things before you even have to."

The cocky flair was unnecessary, he knew, but he didn't want to risk his partner latching on to his stalling. Then again, he had a feeling that it would only be the first of many times he had to deal with that. His reaction was obvious enough. But there was no point in letting that happen now, so he advanced into the other room.

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