никола тесла (genius) wrote in marinanova, @ 2013-06-11 01:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | helen magnus, nikola tesla |
day 223 | iii » action → closed.
He let himself in. No sense in loitering about the hallways when he could just as easily undo the lock himself. Especially a lock that was nothing more than an actual, simple lock. Quaint, convenient, and something he was adding to his growing list of improvements to be made — but that wasn't why he was here. No, there was other business to attend to.
Someone's been keeping secrets. (Said the pot to the kettle he was calling black.) Secrets that were becoming more and more apparent by the minute. He didn't know what they entailed, exactly, but they were there. Mocking him, lingering just out of reach.
Time to stop beating around that bush. Which is why he was presently seated on one of the sofas in her apartment, waiting for her to return from her wherever it was she'd gone off to this morning.