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Bran Wilder {The Phantom} (lemortvivant) wrote in bellumlogs,

Bran was careful to keep his gaze forward, although he did manage to glance at her once or twice from the corner of his eye, just to see what her expression was like. It was strangely quiet, and there seemed to be no noise at all from any of the floors they passed. "I don't know. Maybe... I doubt we were the only ones to have something like that happen." If it had, maybe the rest of them hadn't completed their stupid rhyme or whatever it was yet.

He registered the spare-key but didn't think much of it - he preferred their vocal interaction, even if she thought it was a hallucination rather than him, and essentially breaking into her apartment couldn't lead to anything good. There were other ways to find out things he might want to know, after all.

His hesitation to enter her apartment first wasn't very subtle, but it only lasted a moment before he went inside, glancing to his right and slowly flicking on the lights. The last time he'd seen her apartment it was just a glimpse, but now he was actually inside and had a proper chance to look. As far as apartments went, it was nice, and at least it wasn't overly bright or white. He hated the all-white modern look. Bran's gaze shifted between the kitchen and the living room, and after a moment's consideration chose the living room - he took a seat on the far right side of the couch, leaning forward with his hands on his knees. "It's... nice, your apartment." It felt too stilted, saying nothing at all.