I thought you might appreciate something a little more low-key.
[ He continues to grin, leading him off the grounds and into the main building. There aren't many people milling around at the moment, which is good—at this hour they're either at school, out working, or catching up on something they're behind on (if they're like Gino, that thing is probably sleep).
A long hallway leads to another courtyard and then into another building, accessible by keycard, which is the Knights' living quarters. They're broken into what Gino thinks of as "cell blocks" even if that makes it sound like a prison, with three in each block, one room per knight. Two, Three, and Four are the first on the left (One gets his own personal, private suite, toward the back of the building), and another keycard swipe is required there, too. He doesn't make any comment on the way to his room (where a third swipe is required, for crying out fucking loud), slipping his keycard into his back pocket. ]
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[ He continues to grin, leading him off the grounds and into the main building. There aren't many people milling around at the moment, which is good—at this hour they're either at school, out working, or catching up on something they're behind on (if they're like Gino, that thing is probably sleep).
A long hallway leads to another courtyard and then into another building, accessible by keycard, which is the Knights' living quarters. They're broken into what Gino thinks of as "cell blocks" even if that makes it sound like a prison, with three in each block, one room per knight. Two, Three, and Four are the first on the left (One gets his own personal, private suite, toward the back of the building), and another keycard swipe is required there, too. He doesn't make any comment on the way to his room (where a third swipe is required, for crying out fucking loud), slipping his keycard into his back pocket. ]