I always feel like somebody's watchin' me...

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Characters: Romano and anyone! Keep him company~
Setting: [F18] Study, evening
Format: Prose~ but I will match you!
Summary: It seemed like a quieter place to read than even the (original) library, with all its computer clickings and weird children running around everywhere. However, Romano wasn't prepared for how creepy this floor could be when one was alone.
Warnings: Romano maybe? Idk I will change this if something happens.

Once again, Romano had discovered that the tower had expanded, literally overnight. After the first couple of times, he began to handwave it as being part of this tower's 'magic' or whatever it had. He really shouldn't be believing in magic, it was kid's stuff. Stuff found in books. England's books, if we're being specific. Regardless, there were new floors.

Some of them were nightmares. He'd hustled down the stairs on each of those floors that morning. Especially that dark room-- and that bloody room. That was better left un-investigated, he thought. Leave that to the people who wanted to die horrible (equally bloody) deaths. Instead, he'd eyed the room with the tables and study nooks the way a person eyed a car they really really wanted. After eating for the day (ice cream and pie... again, ugh) he found some time alone to read a book -- just a short little romance novel he picked up from the library. The privacy promised by the floor was enough to lure him.

But when he actually found himself there, seated quietly and beginning to read the first few words, the lights dimmed the slightest bit. Almost unnoticeable. Unless you're a coward, then you tend to notice things changing like that. He tried to keep reading, but the more he read, the dimmer the lights seemed to get, until he was sure he was hearing things. Phantom knocking, whispers.

There was an awful feeling of something being just behind him, and though he fretted, he kept reading. If he turned around, he probably wouldn't like what he saw anyway. D-Damn it.

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Romano instinctively scooted his chair away from France, fairly uncomfortable having the man that much closer that suddenly. His smile wasn't very reassuring either. Curving his mouth into a deep frown, the Italian thought himself unlucky to be joined in a similar quest by this man of all people. "I'll use whatever language I--" The lights dimmed, then.

With that, Romano quieted quickly, fear taking over and blocking out whatever inflammatory remark he had planned for the Frenchman, replaced with something much more timid and honest. "Y-yeah, I've been trying to ignore it actually."

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"Christ..." Setting the reader down on the table he seemed to quiet as well. If the usually abrasive Italian had shut up he was going to take the hint. There were voices that seemed to be coming from the far corners of the room. There was something off about the voices though, because when he could have swore that he'd placed them it would shift.

Like the two men were being circled, and Francis didn't agree with such unseen danger. He reached up to rub at the hairs standing on the back of his neck and he frowned. "Are there no normal rooms in this place? Why are you staying put alone?" Hell, Fran was two flickers away from ungluing himself from this chair...

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The voices were getting worse, bad enough that Romano had stood from his chair. It really was turning out to have been a bad idea, trying this floor out. Of course no floors in this place would be bearable. This entire damn place was a nightmare.

"Stupidity on my part I think. I'm definitely leaving now, fuck this floor."

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Like hell he was going to stay with the voices. Francis was quick to follow suit, standing up and pushing in his chair and grabbing his things. He gave the room another look, jaw a bit tense. "We all have our moments of blind hope. Come on, if we leave now we could find better places to go our separate ways, non?"

Nodding his head toward the staircase he took a cautious step forward as if worried something unseen would grab him. That was the last thing Francis needed and he would rather his kin stick together - no matter how irritable.

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Romano hated to admit it, but he didn't want to be alone either in this room, so he stuck close to France. Closer than he'd admit later. "R-Right, where should we go then?"

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Francis was grateful. More grateful than he would care to later admit himself, that is. There was a healthy appreciation in the fact that Romano was scared enough to slide so close. It was his job to guide them both to the staircase as soon as possible and he did what he could, turning to look at the Italian as he considered the safest route.

Was there one?

"I am weary to call an inch of this place safe. I would rather be home in whatever state of disorder than here, d'accord? Perhaps then I could do something other than fearing for my life." He grins for a brief moment, hand going to pat his companion on the shoulder.

"Let us find an area that has more people, non?"

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That hand touching his shoulder will find that the muscles there have gone tense from the situation. He nods in agreement with the man he spends most of his time hiding from and slandering than ever considering a 'friend'. Perhaps not always rightfully, but sometimes the man deserves it.

"Maybe the lounge?" He'd always forget what room was on what floor because there were far too many and it was a pain to remember that much information. "Or anywhere but here, I don't care."