[ he reads into the shift in her demeanor, although his eyes don't specifically drop to follow the movement of her hands at her waist, remaining on her face instead. he turns to cast his gaze across the room for a moment, before he steps back out of the door frame and into the hall. ] Very well.
[ the plastic suit makes the slightest whispering noise at the movement, a single droplet of blood sliding its way off from a previously creased ridge that shifted to set it free, skating further down his side, a macabre shiver of motion. ] Good night. [ he turns from her, with that deceptively benign well-wishing hanging in the air, after reaching out to close the door partially for her. ]
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[ the plastic suit makes the slightest whispering noise at the movement, a single droplet of blood sliding its way off from a previously creased ridge that shifted to set it free, skating further down his side, a macabre shiver of motion. ] Good night. [ he turns from her, with that deceptively benign well-wishing hanging in the air, after reaching out to close the door partially for her. ]