Never a biologist, Robert took pleasure in observing the deep sea creatures that scurried in the umbric periphery of Rapture. The light from his office cast a too neat rectangle that framed any curious or fleeting specimen from the depths.
The lit cylinder he held between his fingers left a trail of ash, breadcrumbs that led to his desk, where he sat with his back to the door. The heat warmed and warned his skin of the end of the cigarette. The Physicist watched it disappear into smoke.
@RaptureLamb + more than any sock hop or ballroom. It was calm, it allowed one to think, to soak in the surrounding world. It allowed Robert to devote his full attention to his partner.
“I do apologise for the quick and rough exit.” His jaw was set, still +
@RaptureLamb The featureless crowd with the borrowed rabbit faces applauded his statement vigorously, echoing cheers that fell uncharacteristically muffled in Robert’s ears.
He tensed, preparing himself for whatever was to come next.
@RaptureLamb “And, for that reason alone, I believe that all you both need is a little guidance from a true genius. Me!” His arms were stretched high, as an athlete sticking a landing. +