Despite the Host’s opinion of the room, Noah actually does pause for a few moments to gawk at the shadow and the piano. The playing may be poor but it’s probably the most definite sign of activity that the Host hasn’t been directly involved in. Though he tries not to linger too long- not only does he still have his goals of escape firmly in mind but he’d prefer not to draw the unnerving figure’s attention.
Noah also debates whether or not to roll his eyes at the quip about instruments, but decides against it just in case the Host is entirely serious, and resumes hurrying along.
“What noooowaugh?!” Noah stumble-skips back, his jaw drops, as he gapes at the sudden expanse of space and bizarrchitecture before him. Staircases are all tangled like a spiderweb over what appears to be an infinite black void and of course, it is very poorly lit by impossibly angled candelabra.
Oh hell, the Host can’t expect him to go out- No, he does. Of course.
Once he’s able to pick his jaw up from the floor, Noah blurts out: “Why would you build a room like this?” Noah thinks about it for a half-second more and adds, “...How would you build a room like this?”
Nevertheless he follows, albeit gingerly. If the Host wanted him to stop rushing, he’s sure getting his risk- Noah takes every step with the not-entirely-rational fear that the next one won’t actually be there, only speeding up whenever he glances over at the Host’s footsteps and realizes he’s falling behind. (Something in the back of his mind idly notes that the Host has big feet.)
It still manages to go straightforwardly enough, until the first time the Host walks out over empty space, whereupon Noah immediately panics and blurts out:
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Noah also debates whether or not to roll his eyes at the quip about instruments, but decides against it just in case the Host is entirely serious, and resumes hurrying along.
“What noooowaugh?!” Noah stumble-skips back, his jaw drops, as he gapes at the sudden expanse of space and bizarrchitecture before him. Staircases are all tangled like a spiderweb over what appears to be an infinite black void and of course, it is very poorly lit by impossibly angled candelabra.
Oh hell, the Host can’t expect him to go out- No, he does. Of course.
Once he’s able to pick his jaw up from the floor, Noah blurts out: “Why would you build a room like this?” Noah thinks about it for a half-second more and adds, “...How would you build a room like this?”
Nevertheless he follows, albeit gingerly. If the Host wanted him to stop rushing, he’s sure getting his risk- Noah takes every step with the not-entirely-rational fear that the next one won’t actually be there, only speeding up whenever he glances over at the Host’s footsteps and realizes he’s falling behind. (Something in the back of his mind idly notes that the Host has big feet.)
It still manages to go straightforwardly enough, until the first time the Host walks out over empty space, whereupon Noah immediately panics and blurts out:
“Wait- wait! I can’t go that way!”