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mekachu04there's another door that corley has never seen open.
He works on the second floor, has been for a few years now - and he's only just realised.. There's a door next to the stairwell.
He's not sure when he fnally clued into it - but today he'd figured out what it means. as he sauntered up the stiarwell after lunch with the dashing Mr Fell who worke dint he cubical next to him he can't help but notice. he'd been admiried Fell's lovely plump tooshie; having the good man a gew steps in fron tof him had given him a rare glumple of the taught trouster fabric usually hidden under the lentgh of his coat, and he'd been memosmoried about seeing it in action.
nfortualy for him, it ment he'd lingered a few steps behind for the view, so when Fell had reached thier floor first, it had left him string slightly up. and with nothing to occupiy his attention for those few seconds, his gaze had been drawn to the slight slope of the celeing as he finshied the last steps.
it was most defiantly as a little bit of an angle. not alot - not enouhg to typically be noticed from here - but certault enough to put the room at an angel, no? he'd glanced up then, and thee ceiling above them way at a much more noticaly slant. sure- it could be enough to make sure that stair takers wouldn't hit their head - but... well, it also would be the perfect slope for another set of stairs, now wouldn't it?
the little voice in his head that attmepted to keep him sane and safe was muttering visiously that he ought to leave it alone. it wasn't his buiness. but he couldn't help ut lookt a the door way as he stepped up. ther was no moulding along the wall just inside the doorway - which may bot have been odd for a stairwell, but it did give the illution that htwwall might not be attachted tot eh floor. to his right, the wll did the same, but it just seemd more solid. he tapped the wall to his left with his knuckles. no that was most certily a wall buiild well after everthing else. Fell was waiting in te long hallway bewteen their cubicales, wathcing him carefully. crowley tried to look non cellant, but now he was cuirous. he glanced at he door he'd never otice before. "A supply coloset?" he asked Fell, moer jsut wanting to point hte door out, without sounding like a loon.
Fell's reation is what sealled his fate. he looked... uneasy.
:best get back to work, my dear boy>
He works on the second floor, has been for a few years now - and he's only just realised.. There's a door next to the stairwell.
He's not sure when he fnally clued into it - but today he'd figured out what it means. as he sauntered up the stiarwell after lunch with the dashing Mr Fell who worke dint he cubical next to him he can't help but notice. he'd been admiried Fell's lovely plump tooshie; having the good man a gew steps in fron tof him had given him a rare glumple of the taught trouster fabric usually hidden under the lentgh of his coat, and he'd been memosmoried about seeing it in action.
nfortualy for him, it ment he'd lingered a few steps behind for the view, so when Fell had reached thier floor first, it had left him string slightly up. and with nothing to occupiy his attention for those few seconds, his gaze had been drawn to the slight slope of the celeing as he finshied the last steps.
it was most defiantly as a little bit of an angle. not alot - not enouhg to typically be noticed from here - but certault enough to put the room at an angel, no? he'd glanced up then, and thee ceiling above them way at a much more noticaly slant. sure- it could be enough to make sure that stair takers wouldn't hit their head - but... well, it also would be the perfect slope for another set of stairs, now wouldn't it?
the little voice in his head that attmepted to keep him sane and safe was muttering visiously that he ought to leave it alone. it wasn't his buiness. but he couldn't help ut lookt a the door way as he stepped up. ther was no moulding along the wall just inside the doorway - which may bot have been odd for a stairwell, but it did give the illution that htwwall might not be attachted tot eh floor. to his right, the wll did the same, but it just seemd more solid. he tapped the wall to his left with his knuckles. no that was most certily a wall buiild well after everthing else. Fell was waiting in te long hallway bewteen their cubicales, wathcing him carefully. crowley tried to look non cellant, but now he was cuirous. he glanced at he door he'd never otice before. "A supply coloset?" he asked Fell, moer jsut wanting to point hte door out, without sounding like a loon.
Fell's reation is what sealled his fate. he looked... uneasy.
:best get back to work, my dear boy>
