[There was a supernatural quality to the sensation of being followed by something that wasn't there, Duo knew. After all, even with the majority of senses removed from the equation, he couldn't remove all the qualities of his existence. Air currents still moved around him, the floor was still solid beneath his feet. Yet even if one could pick up on the slightest sensation of movement he caused, there was no logical explanation for the things which interacted with the physical world but couldn't be observed. It was like being haunted. In most people, it stirred anxiety, fear- something he could use. He wasn't sure what it would stir in someone like Crane, but a reaction was what he wanted regardless.]
[Duo slips in through the automatic door like Crane's shadow behind him before putting space between them again, positioning himself on the other side of the office. He makes quick scans of the room to first and foremost formulate the most basic escape routes, then again for anything in the room of immediate interest. Most of his attention, though, is restlessly on Crane. Doesn't trust the safety of this situation for one minute, but nothing about this was going to be safe from the start. At least there was no one in this place for him to get killed.]
[He watches Crane make his signatures and read his documents with a kind of nervous energy that makes him clench his fist. If he has to watch Crane do paperwork for 8+ hours, he'll do it; but there has to be something else. The binder catches his attention, the longer note that seems to be written in it. He considers the risk of getting close enough to read the note, but schools himself. No, don't get overeager; come back to the binder and search the desk when you can do it uninterrupted. His eyes slide to the hints of chemical equipment around the office, lips twisting into a scowl. He should come back at night, when the offices were unoccupied, go through the desk and test the equipment- find out what kinds of things he's messing with.]
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[Duo slips in through the automatic door like Crane's shadow behind him before putting space between them again, positioning himself on the other side of the office. He makes quick scans of the room to first and foremost formulate the most basic escape routes, then again for anything in the room of immediate interest. Most of his attention, though, is restlessly on Crane. Doesn't trust the safety of this situation for one minute, but nothing about this was going to be safe from the start. At least there was no one in this place for him to get killed.]
[He watches Crane make his signatures and read his documents with a kind of nervous energy that makes him clench his fist. If he has to watch Crane do paperwork for 8+ hours, he'll do it; but there has to be something else. The binder catches his attention, the longer note that seems to be written in it. He considers the risk of getting close enough to read the note, but schools himself. No, don't get overeager; come back to the binder and search the desk when you can do it uninterrupted. His eyes slide to the hints of chemical equipment around the office, lips twisting into a scowl. He should come back at night, when the offices were unoccupied, go through the desk and test the equipment- find out what kinds of things he's messing with.]
[For now, Crane himself would have to do.]