A figure appears in the 24/7 hallway, closing the door swiftly behind them.
Who is it?
Why its brand spank me new Remi Storm!
She looks around, taking note of the Graves shaped indent in the ceiling and the dildo just casually stuck to the wall. Classy.
"Oh, oh, oh hi there!"
"Hel..." she starts to call back.
"Welcome to my hooker palace!"
Uh. Maybe she should leave.
"Oh, oh, oh hi there! Please don't leave, I have no friends!"
Well damn, now she just felt bad.
She follows the sound of the singsong voice; brow furrowed.
"Don't eat ass in the halls!"
"I didn't see that in the rules." she mutters as she finally spies Samael Dyson, sprawled negligently on his back behind some clutter, watching a video on his phone on repeat. His eyes snap to her as she speaks.
It was quite fitting honestly, who could blame her for assuming he had been singing?
"Hey, sorry. I'm Remi. I ran in here to get away from this- thing out there that was muttering to itself about getting him next time. Looks and smells like an unshaved swamp ass? You know?"
She shakes her head.
"Anyway, saw the rules that I have to pin you or something so... if you don't mind-?"
She drops down and straddles him, looking at each other in silence for a long moment as nothing happens. And the song keeps playing.
"Pay attention to my dick's ascension."
Awkward.
Finally, the poor live in ref realizes this was in fact, a legit pin, not having seen many faces other than Charlie Nickles lately. He drops down to count...
1....
"Took you long enough."
2......