02-23-2018, 03:04 AM
That was a surprise to see that the doors were left open. That probably meant Carl and Adam could waltz in at their own leisure or naturally, Camilla. She probably didn't even need to use a door, not when she could seemingly warp people across various points among the already larger than life mansion. It reminded Maor of a castle at that point, which alarmed him among other things due to probably being likely to get lost by turning around the corner just once.
"Seventeen and Twenty-Five is totally a normal number," he said with sarcasm and sighed. "It's hard to not think about, y'know? The more and more I try to think past this, the more it still stings me that...this is happening..."
He looked over the tray of food. There were a various array of fruit, finger sandwiches naturally, some form of breakfast and when Maor looked at the juice, he thought it reminded him more of wine. When he brought it for a partial taste, he practically spat it out.
"Oh, this is most definitely wine," he exclaimed. "Wouldn't this harm the children significantly?"
Of course if it was there, naturally it wouldn't. After all, they weren't pregnant with mortal beings like another human for example. Why did Maor get the impression that there were more strange side effects bound to occur not just for him, but Ethan as well. He placed the glass back down on the table and grabbed Orange Juice instead. Once he had what he wanted on a plate, which was fruit and a sandwich, he sat down on the bed, looking around.
"They could at least humor us with some modern tech right about now..." It was in that moment he thought about his phone. They were still in his now tattered pants in that one room and even if he did get it, what would be the purpose? He was in a deadzone and eventually the battery would run out. Perhaps the worst feeling he had right about now was knowing that his loved ones wouldn't know what happened to him, especially when he was this close to achieving his own personal goals. Graduation was just around the corner for him and now he basically was trapped in some lofty mansion from purgatory.
"Seventeen and Twenty-Five is totally a normal number," he said with sarcasm and sighed. "It's hard to not think about, y'know? The more and more I try to think past this, the more it still stings me that...this is happening..."
He looked over the tray of food. There were a various array of fruit, finger sandwiches naturally, some form of breakfast and when Maor looked at the juice, he thought it reminded him more of wine. When he brought it for a partial taste, he practically spat it out.
"Oh, this is most definitely wine," he exclaimed. "Wouldn't this harm the children significantly?"
Of course if it was there, naturally it wouldn't. After all, they weren't pregnant with mortal beings like another human for example. Why did Maor get the impression that there were more strange side effects bound to occur not just for him, but Ethan as well. He placed the glass back down on the table and grabbed Orange Juice instead. Once he had what he wanted on a plate, which was fruit and a sandwich, he sat down on the bed, looking around.
"They could at least humor us with some modern tech right about now..." It was in that moment he thought about his phone. They were still in his now tattered pants in that one room and even if he did get it, what would be the purpose? He was in a deadzone and eventually the battery would run out. Perhaps the worst feeling he had right about now was knowing that his loved ones wouldn't know what happened to him, especially when he was this close to achieving his own personal goals. Graduation was just around the corner for him and now he basically was trapped in some lofty mansion from purgatory.