She checks the head again. Still just sitting in the box doing sod all. None of this makes the tiniest bit of sense.
That desperation, though, the hint of fear, that's real. Fuck. This guy is either a serial killer and she's about to end up with her own head in a box, or something else is going on in his mind, and just because she doesn't understand it, doesn't mean she can ignore it. Fuck.
She closes the distance and looks at his creation. It's a box. He made a bigger box. With the harvested wall panel to control a much smaller door than intended. So maybe he made a tiny cylindrical room for the head, which she supposes might be a step up from box. Point is, it doesn't look dangerous. Doesn't mean it's not, but she can't shake that timbre of desperation from her mind.
The cube of a box is not going to fit into the cylinder of the new box, that much is clear just from looking at it. Which means she has to touch the remains. Which is just-- such a great next chapter to this story of her shitty week. SHe opens the box, looks at the head, which is still just sitting there motionless and dead, and carefully reaches her hand in. Facing it this way, she knew would be difficult, which is probably a big part of why she tried to avoid it, running on fumes as she is. Can't avoid it now, though. She lifts the head out, carefully and gently, and places it very carefully inside the container. Then she uses the panel to close it, and then sits on top of it. Not just letting him walk away.
If he can even walk away. Guy looks like he might pass out. Was he sweating before, or is that new? "Straight answers, no sarcasm if you can help it. I've had a very long couple of days and this is incredibly weird and I need some straight answers. What has changed in the last two minutes to make you think this head is dangerous? What is the jump? How are you a prison? Most importantly... are you going to vomit or pass out? You look really bad."
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That desperation, though, the hint of fear, that's real. Fuck. This guy is either a serial killer and she's about to end up with her own head in a box, or something else is going on in his mind, and just because she doesn't understand it, doesn't mean she can ignore it. Fuck.
She closes the distance and looks at his creation. It's a box. He made a bigger box. With the harvested wall panel to control a much smaller door than intended. So maybe he made a tiny cylindrical room for the head, which she supposes might be a step up from box. Point is, it doesn't look dangerous. Doesn't mean it's not, but she can't shake that timbre of desperation from her mind.
The cube of a box is not going to fit into the cylinder of the new box, that much is clear just from looking at it. Which means she has to touch the remains. Which is just-- such a great next chapter to this story of her shitty week. SHe opens the box, looks at the head, which is still just sitting there motionless and dead, and carefully reaches her hand in. Facing it this way, she knew would be difficult, which is probably a big part of why she tried to avoid it, running on fumes as she is. Can't avoid it now, though. She lifts the head out, carefully and gently, and places it very carefully inside the container. Then she uses the panel to close it, and then sits on top of it. Not just letting him walk away.
If he can even walk away. Guy looks like he might pass out. Was he sweating before, or is that new? "Straight answers, no sarcasm if you can help it. I've had a very long couple of days and this is incredibly weird and I need some straight answers. What has changed in the last two minutes to make you think this head is dangerous? What is the jump? How are you a prison? Most importantly... are you going to vomit or pass out? You look really bad."