{ thedevilisheretostay || AU RP || “I hate hospitals” }
Greed froze. He’d heard the footsteps too. A frown spread across his lips, but he didn’t go rigid yet. Letting out a sigh, he draped the coat over Ling’s shoulders, then snatched the other’s flashlight and shone it down the hallway.
“Chill your shit, idiot,” he thought aloud, “you’re just getting yourself worked up. See? There’s no one else here. Let’s just hurry up, yeah?” He ignored his own unease for now. He didn’t feel like getting all bent out of shape this early into the game.
The prince nodded, and pulled the coat closer around his body, his hand finding Greeds again. “…if you want your coat back just tell me….” He bit his lower lip. “…look i’m…not normally like this but….my big brother was sent to a ward once and….those places make me nervous and we’re really close to it….”
he let out a sigh, still scanning the area. “Hits close to home, then…? I guess we can go check one of the other wards out if…” Something came over him all of a sudden. A wave of cold and discomfort…and hunger.
He smirked. “Actually…” Snatching up Ling’s hand, he directed the prince toward the ward. It was weird…he could feel himself slipping to something he couldn’t even describe.
