time to visit a little bitch.
Memories of Onceler's younger days have long eroded from the elder male's mind.
Obsidian heels made an oddly powerful noise against the ground below; an industrial clatter of concrete colliding with hardened rubber that has been received as a sound so disgustingly foreign. Grass made a distinct noise, a pleasant crumpling of bladed leaves beneath one's heels. Vicious clangs did nothing but irritate the ears. The moment those heels met the carpeted path, sensitive ears were calmed and the individual senses have settled into a passive curiosity.
The air outside had a polluted taste. It was an industrial flavor that, to the rural tongue, is nothing but unsavory. Fingers did well to clutch the package at hand. Such an atmosphere is commonplace in Kairos, resulting in a reluctance for Kars to visit such a setting at regular intervals, if at all. Today is a special occasion. Today marked a moment where two simple spirits would meet again after a long period of business-related separation. To be able to visit an old acquaintance again felt... nice, really.
The front desk man gave his queries; Kars gave earnest responses. A simple uttering of "I have a delivery for Mr. Onceler." prompted a short conversation involving allowing a representative to pick up the package in the taller one's lieu. Crimson eyes rest on the receiver; words utters seemed to have fallen on unwilling ears, as the young man proceeded to ring up the boss of this establishment. Within a few words, the deliverer's identity was requested. In a stern, authoritative delivery of words, a simple name: "Kars". Another exchange of words between the CEO and the front desk, and with a surely nod and a click of the receiver's reunion with its base, Kars has gotten the okay to ascend from the rear elevators.
A nod, and with the package held dearly, thick boots did well to guide this hulking frame to the rear end of the lobby. A gentle chime signified the elevator's arrival, and with that prompt, Kars steps inside and the doors slide closed. On the dial pad, with caution of this delicate package, a high number was pressed. The elevator ascends.
Faint chimes rang in Kars's ears as each floor passed by. Crimsons shifted every which way as a once blanked mind wandered to various places. Impressive, Kars would think. From small-time businessman to someone with a facility as elaborate and as sizable as this... Riddle Kars impressed.
This sophisticated mind could not scrape for any ideas as to how Onceler's company has grown so much over the years. The only conclusion drawn was that Kars has grown quite old... older than anticipated. Time flew, didn't it?
It did not take long for the ascension to reach its pinnacle, and with that reminiscent chime those doors slid open once again and Kars tread once more on carpeted flooring. At the very end of the shallow hallway was a door, and with a rubber sole the door was knocked upon.
"Excuse me. Mr. Onceler." Kars's voice rang surely, elevated just enough for those delicate vocals to penetrate a door however thick it may be. "I have a delivery for you."