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Darryl just laughed a little.

"Fair." he said.

"And yeah, I'm here now. Here for a bit." he told her.

"So how have you been?" he asked.

"How's school going?" he asked further.

"And when did you start growing up?" he then asked her.

He just sighed in response.

"Yeah." he said.

"Sorry, but things have been getting busy out there." he lamented.

"I try to get here as often as I can, but that gets hard to do, aside from the occasion visit that's 'unofficial'." he added.

"Hence why I decided to take the earlier flight." he shrugged.

"Anyway, how are ya?" he asked, holding the tray out to her.

He thought for a moment, before nodding.

"Yeah, know just the place." he told her. "They have good wraps and stuff, too. So the both of us can grab something there." he said further.

"Lets go." he then said.

"...I'm probably taking tomorrow off." he then mumbled with a small sigh.

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"Flight got rescheduled, but good thing I plan these with buffers, just in case." he told her. "It was either today, or 4 days from now. Yeah, shitty, but I work with what I'm given." he went on.

That's when she noticed that he was holding the tray of brownies in question.

And he smirked when she did.

"Looking for something?" he asked.

Darryl sputtered a bit when she made her first comment, and she knew she was getting to him. He was easy like that. It was one of the main reasons she liked to tease and torment him... he always had reactions.

He then sighed deeply, and nodded.

"...yes." he said.

"I do. I am hungry." he admitted.

"Where do you want to go?" he asked. "What are you in the mood for, anyway?"

Darryl paused again for a moment when she said that, and sighed.

"Down, girl." he said.

"Don't need you getting those kinds of ideas about my roommate." he told her.

"Sounds like you already have designs on him." he went on.

"You don't even know if he's your type or not." he continued. "How well do you know him? Do you even know him beyond who he is in relation to me?" he asked her, clearly unaware of just how much they'd talked on that first night, and when they both went to the club for food.

Darryl just groaned and pinched the the bridge of his nose.

"You can cut it with that attitude." he said.

"We both know that the less they know of this, the better." he told her.

"Although this is NOT my fault." he then declared.

"True, but you know Dad can spin it to you allowing me to stay with someone like Sebastien for the week being corrupt." Jordan countered.

"Damn it, yeah." Darryl admitted.

"Guess this is a secret we keep."

Darryl wasn't stupid. But he WAS naïve. And she knew that.

So when he accepted her explanation at face value, she wasn't surprised. Relieved, yes, but still, not surprised.

"Fair." he said.

"At least you had somewhere to go where you knew someone to ask." he reasoned.

"But yes, that was... an unfortunate turn of events that ended with my being trapped in that elevator." he then lamented.

"...and you saw him perform, huh?" he asked her quietly as they walked.

Darryl paused again.

"Wait, how do you know where-" he started to ask, before just stopping and shaking his head.

"Whatever." he said.

"I'm fine, and I'm sorry I made you worry." he apologised.

"As for the artist, to address your initial question..." he then said, still sounding a little unimpressed. "I think it's a studio about 30 minutes from here. 'Ink Dimensions' or something. Not sure on the specific artist." he admitted.

"You'd have to ask HIM about that."

Darryl paused for a moment.

"Wait, what?" he asked.

"What are you....?" he started to ask further, before it hit him what she was talking about.

And she saw the colour drain from his face, and his eyes fill with anger.

"...how." he said, his tone dark.

"How... do you know... about THAT?" he asked her.

"I'm fine." he responded.

"Was boring as hell in there." he said.

"Sorry." he then apologised.

"I wanted to contact you, but... well... no reception." he grumbled. "And I couldn't just use my mana to get out of there. Other people, and being recorded." he lamented further.

"I hope I didn't worry you TOO much."

About 10 minutes later, she received a response, just as the elevator was moving again.

Poor bastard. it read.

At that point, the elevator moved to the floor they were on, the doors opened, and people panickily poured out of the device... but Darryl was the last out, noticeably calmer, but still looking worried.

He looked around and saw his sister there, before sighing heavily.

And she knew what it was about. She could see it was that he was sorry for causing her worry.

The man raised his eyebrow for a moment, before turning and checking with the others. They discussed for a moment, and he returned to her.

"Yes, there IS a Darryl Sherwood in there." he confirmed.

"Been in there for a couple hours or so." he told her.

"However, we're almost done. Should be up and running again in 10 minutes or so." he continued.

"If you want to wait, feel free to take a seat on the bench over there." he finished, gesturing to said bench just down the hall.

One of them noticed that Jordan was there, and stopped her as he approached.

"Miss, please step back." he told her.

"This elevator suddenly malfunctioned and is stuck between floors." he said.

"We have a tech working on it right now, and while it shouldn't be a danger, we want people to stay away, just in case." he went on.

"Can I help you, though?" he then asked her.

She was in luck, and his GPS had been on.

She checked the history, and the most recent one showed that he was still on campus somewhere.

Checking further, she noticed that his last known location wasn't far from where she was, actually.

Going even deeper, she saw it was a building with labs in it... and it was only about 5 minutes away.

It wasn't much, but it was definite information. More than she'd had before.