It was always so easy to ignore the rabble and forthcoming chatter following him down the hallways of the Maggot's Nest in what he could call a near daily, sometimes hourly [ why would he come here so often? ] occurrence. Within that easy way his steps would lead him deeper and deeper into the lowest levels of securely shut-off requirements of those that should not be led out, it was so simple to still brush aside.
He surely never really bothered with necessities past the absolute requirements, after all: wasn't he the one why many of those now lingering, snarling, rummaging close to his person and yet not coming near enough, would be here?
Not dissimilar to the man he wanted to meet in these early morning hours, far too early to be idling around in harmony with the surrounding's eerie calm. One step. Two steps. Three--- " Good morning, Noboru! " --- A tilt of his head later and the bars for this particular high-security confinement would be opened with the quietest of shrill sounds. " I haven't brought you some stories in a while, now haven't I~? How about we have some tea and a snack? " @humificates | starter call β‘
