[ Okay, so maybe he's getting a late start. But dammit, he'd finally unlocked that final level on Arcane Terrors: XVIII, and like hell was he leaving the couch until he'd explored it. So it's nighttime by the time he starts out, and naturally, his timing is wonderful enough to catch sight of the very strange spectacle making its way down the hall toward him.
It doesn't take him long to recognize a coffin, even under the sheet, and it's even less time to pick out Seras as the bearer. He slows about ten feet off, hands pocketed and making a face. ]
What the fuck? Oh, Christ, not you too, that is so fucking creepy.
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It doesn't take him long to recognize a coffin, even under the sheet, and it's even less time to pick out Seras as the bearer. He slows about ten feet off, hands pocketed and making a face. ]
What the fuck? Oh, Christ, not you too, that is so fucking creepy.