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Kansas had never been to the basement. He hadn't ever really had a reason to go down there; everything he needed was on the upper levels. But he'd finished most of his books, and was curious to see if there were possibly any more downstairs. If not, the bookworm was content to simply look around. He could be adventurous. Maybe it would be a good place to take his puppies to play sometime, if there were neat hiding holes or other such features down there. He was in his lupine form, the one he preferred, and he moved down the narrow steps carefully. It was dimly lit, and he didn't trust himself to go quickly.
The boy paused on the last step. He heard the soft tap of something dropping to the floor. Someone was already down here. He hadn't really expected that—as far as he knew, his fellow members rarely used the basement. Kansas rounded the stair banister and found himself facing Naniko in an easy chair. His eyes widened, flitting to the syringe on the ground before her. That must have been what he'd heard falling. "Naniko..." he said softly, more than a little surprised. What had she needed the needle for? He wondered if perhaps she was sick. He frowned slightly, moving a bit closer.
Her eyes. Her pupils were dialated, and she had an odd, faraway look on her face. Kansas eyed her questioningly. Something wasn't right, at all. What was wrong with her? He hadn't paid much attention to her the past few months, so it came as a shock to see her looking so strange, so unlike he'd ever seen her before. "Nani, are you...okay?"
Kansas had never been to the basement. He hadn't ever really had a reason to go down there; everything he needed was on the upper levels. But he'd finished most of his books, and was curious to see if there were possibly any more downstairs. If not, the bookworm was content to simply look around. He could be adventurous. Maybe it would be a good place to take his puppies to play sometime, if there were neat hiding holes or other such features down there. He was in his lupine form, the one he preferred, and he moved down the narrow steps carefully. It was dimly lit, and he didn't trust himself to go quickly.
The boy paused on the last step. He heard the soft tap of something dropping to the floor. Someone was already down here. He hadn't really expected that—as far as he knew, his fellow members rarely used the basement. Kansas rounded the stair banister and found himself facing Naniko in an easy chair. His eyes widened, flitting to the syringe on the ground before her. That must have been what he'd heard falling. "Naniko..." he said softly, more than a little surprised. What had she needed the needle for? He wondered if perhaps she was sick. He frowned slightly, moving a bit closer.
Her eyes. Her pupils were dialated, and she had an odd, faraway look on her face. Kansas eyed her questioningly. Something wasn't right, at all. What was wrong with her? He hadn't paid much attention to her the past few months, so it came as a shock to see her looking so strange, so unlike he'd ever seen her before. "Nani, are you...okay?"