❛ this room... there's something wrong with it. i think we should leave. ❜ yeah and it's lbh that's probably the Wrong but anyway have one from Sunday
“ oh? ” Luo Binghe, who'd been just about to take another step forward, found himself stopping. his attention now drawn in by Sunday's statement, he cants his head to one side and alights his crimson gaze upon him. “ really? what makes you say that? ” to Luo Binghe, there's nothing remarkable about the place they're in right now – if there was, he undoubtedly would've sensed it either through his spiritual qi, or his demonic qi, whichever one picked up on it first. but after loitering in the room for an extended period of time, nothing really stuck out to him, so he'd instead deigned to focus on the task at hand. the two of them were supposed to be investigating a lead into a potential stellaron lurking on this particular planet, but had thus far come up almost completely empty handed. normally, Luo Binghe might turn up a little frustrated at this, but he was in an exceptionally good mood because it was Sunday he was assigned this task with. and he didn't make it a habit to hide how much he enjoyed being around the halovian. if anything, he was almost somewhat obnoxious about it to some degree.
he rounds completely on Sunday and draws nearer to him. things might appear ordinary to Luo Binghe, but there's also a number of outside factors he has to consider might make Sunday feel otherwise. it being night time for one – the eerie silence, for another. the silence was something they endured even in the day time though, as this planet was completely dead, it's inhabitants having long since become nothing more than a memory of the past. what Sunday might not have been informed of was the culprit of that fate was standing right there in front of him, looming like an overgrown beast and veiled in a half-shadow cast by the moonlight. this world was dead because Luo Binghe had been the one to kill it naught more than three years ago in a fit of mania. it's where he'd originally turned up when he was forcibly transmigrated. thanks a mixture of shock and disbelief, Xin Mo was able to capture his mind just long enough to have him exterminate all the living beings here before he'd dragged himself back into reality. and this room in particular had witnessed the deaths of this world's ruling family. so what Sunday might be feeling is the residual madness left behind by Luo Binghe's assault.
“ i don't feel anything strange, but if you think we should leave, we can go to the next one. there might be clues in it. ” that he could speak so casually in the wake of his own violent impulses would send a shiver down any ordinary person's spine. Luo Binghe finds himself wondering how Sunday would react if he knew the truth about this place. would he be terrified of him? or would he continue treating him the same way he'd always been. he's almost half-tempted to divulge the information for the sake of curiosity, but holds back and instead simply places a hand on Sunday's shoulder. “ don't worry. ” his voice drips in a bone-chilling concoction of sugary-sweet and poisonous as he smiles. “ if you're afraid, i won't let anything hurt you. you're safe with me. ” what irony there is to be seen in that statement. “ you could even hold my hand, if that'll make you feel better, little bird? ” said hand rises from shoulder to palm a cheek as fingertips briefly brush over the silken feathers of one tiny wing. a glint of something almost maliciously possessive flashes briefly across his eyes, but becomes overshadowed by the warmth he forcibly pushes into his expression. “ do you trust me, Sunday? ”
