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Nightshift 40: Main Hallway 2-Center
[From here. Unknowingly waiting for Mitsuru.]
There was noise. Vague, subdued. The sort not many cared enough to pay mind to. Nigredo couldn't be certain from his position, but it sounded a good deal like a conversation. The voices came from down below (likely from the Sun Room itself), but with barely any lighting, the variant stood a good chance of being wrong. He was also high enough to not make out any concrete words, only impressions.
His curiosity piqued. Before he knew it, the boy peered down over the railing to the scenery below, catching nothing more than forms and shadows. He could have done a sweep with his flashlight but opted out on the account of keeping his cover. Nigredo didn't want anyone to think he was eavesdropping, after all.
There was noise. Vague, subdued. The sort not many cared enough to pay mind to. Nigredo couldn't be certain from his position, but it sounded a good deal like a conversation. The voices came from down below (likely from the Sun Room itself), but with barely any lighting, the variant stood a good chance of being wrong. He was also high enough to not make out any concrete words, only impressions.
His curiosity piqued. Before he knew it, the boy peered down over the railing to the scenery below, catching nothing more than forms and shadows. He could have done a sweep with his flashlight but opted out on the account of keeping his cover. Nigredo didn't want anyone to think he was eavesdropping, after all.