When the light switch was flipped, the room brightened considerably, harsh fluorescent bulbs flickering to life overhead. The room, it was revealed, looked relatively normal. There was a couch and a chair facing one another across a coffee table, situated between Junpei and the seated doctor.
More stitching crawled over the walls, though. Bookshelves on the walls were filled with scientific equipment. The floors had arrows on them, which seemed to be pointing the routes from where Stein was sitting, to the various exits of the room, skirting around the furniture. One arrow ran from Stein's feet, bent around the chair, and then went straight between Junpei's feet to the door he had just come through.
"Would you like a cup of coffee or something, or would you like to just get right to it?" Stein asked, swinging himself up out of the chair. He was wearing a labcoat over a sweater and a pair of jeans. The labcoat was stitched together, as was the sweater. In fact, the sweater was designed so that it looked like it had been stitched to his jeans.
Stein himself was even stitched up. A line of stitches ran down the centre of his forehead, to the right of his nose, and then curved across his cheek and ran into his hair just below his ear. And of course there was that huge bolt sticking right through his skull.
He pushed his glasses up and puffed on his cigarette, smiling as he waited for Junpei to answer his question.
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Date: 2009-03-03 03:42 am (UTC)More stitching crawled over the walls, though. Bookshelves on the walls were filled with scientific equipment. The floors had arrows on them, which seemed to be pointing the routes from where Stein was sitting, to the various exits of the room, skirting around the furniture. One arrow ran from Stein's feet, bent around the chair, and then went straight between Junpei's feet to the door he had just come through.
"Would you like a cup of coffee or something, or would you like to just get right to it?" Stein asked, swinging himself up out of the chair. He was wearing a labcoat over a sweater and a pair of jeans. The labcoat was stitched together, as was the sweater. In fact, the sweater was designed so that it looked like it had been stitched to his jeans.
Stein himself was even stitched up. A line of stitches ran down the centre of his forehead, to the right of his nose, and then curved across his cheek and ran into his hair just below his ear. And of course there was that huge bolt sticking right through his skull.
He pushed his glasses up and puffed on his cigarette, smiling as he waited for Junpei to answer his question.