Spireshade
Syntech's Best
The Jester
At: Isolation//Disposition: "This isn't good, no. Not at all."
At: Isolation//Disposition: "This isn't good, no. Not at all."
"I wish I could tell you. I've been relatively well behaved since-" Then, the sirens. The doors opened, but as an orange jumpsuit, he knew that there was more than just the SCP's that wanted to kill him. Hopefully, the two of them could get out alive. He snapped his attention back to the self-proclaimed demon. "This isn't good." He took a self-check of his vitals, then scanned her visual health. Colors fading. Maybe, there was a reason why she needed to be 'fed'. "Look, we need to get out, but evidently, you're not in good shape." He crept to the door, and looked up and down the hall, sirens and red lights flashing left and right.
"Either I feed you now, or we try and sneak out and find you food later. Do you think you'll be able to make it out without whatever you need?" He really wished he had his lute, but he thinks he knows a good alternative to it, or even where it might be.
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