In which Mighty is entertained [COMPLETE] Who: Mighty (awarmred) and Mitsuru (bandou) What: Play-time When: Last night-ish Where: First floor, Wing B Warnings: Hungry Mighty is hungry, and determined Mitsuru is determined. Add it up.
It was madness, he knew.
First floor, he had said. It was in one of the hallways of that first floor that Mitsuru wandered, watching, waiting for the one who was sure to come. Beyond the tinny whir of his A-T, he could hear nothing but silence. He saw nothing out of the ordinary, countless doors and seemingly unending corridors, bright lamps and the occasional framed picture. The quiet unnerved him, the stillness of the air made him uneasy. The wait was always the worst, even more-so when he didn't know where his opponent was.
He wouldn't have been there, creeping down empty hallways with his hands curled into fists at his side, if it hadn't been for the creature's deal. Entertain him, the strange one had said, and he would spare Akira, even protect him. Entertain him, and the man would be safe. To Mitsuru, it was worth the trouble and risk.