Markus’ only company is the smooth hum of the lift as he ascends past each floor, a lit button on the control panel indicating his pending arrival to the luxury penthouse. The interior is just as needlessly sleek and overtly modern as the lobby, and the android raises a hand to straighten his collar, brows pinching with moderate surprise.
When X’rhun had messaged him, touting that he had funds to spare for the safehouse and bar alike, this wasn’t what he pictured. This was a different sort of monetary flexibilty, the kind that can coat every square inch with the touch of luxury, an overabundance of indulgence that only the privileged could afford. Markus had asked where the credits came from (a substantial amount had been implied), and he was met with an invitation to come visit, coupled with a promised explanation.
So here he is, elevator doors sliding open. There’s only one direction to greet him when he steps out, a short walk down a hallway lined with glossy windows overlooking the city. Even the entrance is sleek, an ebony door that’s several heads taller than Markus. He has no doubt that there’s a security camera bearing down on him from some unseen corner as he reaches out, pushing a finger against the buzzer.]
MARKUS & X'RHUN;
Markus’ only company is the smooth hum of the lift as he ascends past each floor, a lit button on the control panel indicating his pending arrival to the luxury penthouse. The interior is just as needlessly sleek and overtly modern as the lobby, and the android raises a hand to straighten his collar, brows pinching with moderate surprise.
When X’rhun had messaged him, touting that he had funds to spare for the safehouse and bar alike, this wasn’t what he pictured. This was a different sort of monetary flexibilty, the kind that can coat every square inch with the touch of luxury, an overabundance of indulgence that only the privileged could afford. Markus had asked where the credits came from (a substantial amount had been implied), and he was met with an invitation to come visit, coupled with a promised explanation.
So here he is, elevator doors sliding open. There’s only one direction to greet him when he steps out, a short walk down a hallway lined with glossy windows overlooking the city. Even the entrance is sleek, an ebony door that’s several heads taller than Markus. He has no doubt that there’s a security camera bearing down on him from some unseen corner as he reaches out, pushing a finger against the buzzer.]