Snippet #1615381

~Franken Stein

Stein felt his nose begin to run as she spoke. He wiped it with his left hand, wondering what sort of cold would make one's nose bleed.
"Well, um, It's a bit late in the day to find a room now unfortunately. I, uh, I suppose you could stay a day or two with me, until you find your own apartment. I hope you don't find it too cramped, I tend to bring work home with me. Let me just lock these zombies in a closet and I'll show you the way." He pulled his right hand from hers and turned, taking the back of the wheeled chair and pushing it like a shopping cart. He made his way to his office in the DWMA, tilted the pile of zombies into his closet, kicking stray arms and legs until he could get the door closed, and locked it with a key and deadbolt. Then he turned to Ravel and laughed sheepishly. Though his office wasn't dirty, it wasn't particularly tidy. This imitated the condition of his house and he hoped that wouldn't upset her. Though if she were as passionate about science and experiments as she claimed, he was sure this wouldn't phase her at all.
"This way," he said, stepping out of the office, locking it behind them, and offering her his arm as an escort.