* [ About damn time. Eight heaves himself through the void towards Flaps’ place, a tired, but focused expression creasing his face.
He’d collected a few of his fragments by now, but Null was one of the few left. Shame it had to be this guy in particular.
He’d a bad feeling about this, considering that their last talk alone had been…well.
Having been found out on his original plan to use said fragment for his little ‘project’.Eight had a hunch that he wasn’t likely to approve much of this new idea, either.
Still, it had to to be done. He needed all One-to-Null, and to do that, he had no choice but to come visit Flaps.He walks up to the closest semblance of an entrance he can find, and knocks heavily on the door.]
* HELLO…?
* [The home seems… Far more inactive than it typically had been for some time. Aside from the soft creaking of the dock held above the home, there isn’t any sound of movement for a minute or so…]
* [But eventually, there’s a groan, some shuffling. Someone’s up! And they come to the door.]
* [Hello, Flaps. He sure looks tired… But he pauses after opening that door, looking Eight up and down briefly. Hm.]
* hey, eight. long time no see, huh? come on in.
* [He steps off to the side to allow the other fragment to enter, if he wished. The inside of the house seems just as oddly quiet.. Definitely a far bit less hectic than it had recently been.]
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