[ Luckily, no, this is not a trap, and as soon as Neuro steps in, Sebastian steps after and closes the door. It feels familiar to both of them, a place closer to their realm, and yet not actually separated from where they are with the CDC. To return to his realm so brazenly would be a breach of the contract, so instead, it takes a bit of effort to emulate it. It seems to be no more than an elegant, baroque dining room, but the details of the decor make it clear that this could be nothing else than a demon's taste. It's all odd statues, sickly green wallpaper, and upon the table are silver plates embedded with what looks like jewels, though upon closer inspection, they're eyes.
Truly, there's no place like home. Sebastian heads to one of the seats, taking a pristine white rose from the centerpiece, though the stem is a deep and rich purple rather than an more earthly green. He motions for Neuro to do the same. ]
How nostalgic. It has been quite a while since I have seen more familiar roses.
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Truly, there's no place like home. Sebastian heads to one of the seats, taking a pristine white rose from the centerpiece, though the stem is a deep and rich purple rather than an more earthly green. He motions for Neuro to do the same. ]
How nostalgic. It has been quite a while since I have seen more familiar roses.