[ She doesn't take offense. Nishiki can feel the oppressive weight of terror slowly bubble to a thick, miserable crescendo in the back of her mind - if she's polite, it's by habit born of years of repetition and teaching. Instinct, not active intent. As the elevator's chimes tick slowly to announce every floor, she feels more and more threatened, her unarmed state feels like a weapon in itself, only turned against her, should have been prepared, should have taken the stairs—
When she can't help it anymore, she pulls at the collar of her uniform short, desperate for the air she's convinced is being denied her. ]
Next time, I think we should - [ breathe, just breathe ] - take the stairwell.
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When she can't help it anymore, she pulls at the collar of her uniform short, desperate for the air she's convinced is being denied her. ]
Next time, I think we should - [ breathe, just breathe ] - take the stairwell.