( Shealtiel has a very busy schedule, lately. It's familiar one, at the very least, with most of his tasks matching up evenly with all of the ones he had to do in Paradiso. Still, he's lacking sleep, he's itching for more, and he's completely not expecting it when he opens the file closet to grab something and is met with a man a whole foot taller than him crammed in among the papers and boxes.
Immediately, he slams the door shut again, both palms flat against the door like that might help hold back whatever is in there. It wasn't a demon, no. No red eyes, no fangs (right??), no demon wings for sure, but—
There was definitely a hole going straight through his head, right?! Are zombies a thing now?! Did humanity cause zombies?!
After a very long pause, Shealtiel cracks the file closet open again, squinting inside. )
Umm...?
( Is that enough of a request for an explanation? )
office work... 2?
Immediately, he slams the door shut again, both palms flat against the door like that might help hold back whatever is in there. It wasn't a demon, no. No red eyes, no fangs (right??), no demon wings for sure, but—
There was definitely a hole going straight through his head, right?! Are zombies a thing now?! Did humanity cause zombies?!
After a very long pause, Shealtiel cracks the file closet open again, squinting inside. )
Umm...?
( Is that enough of a request for an explanation? )