Advent perked up when the door was held open for him, his orange eyes lighting up as a shit eating grin crossed his features. "I am now! Rillllll you're holding the door, you're so nice! I love you!" He approached at a high speed, a speed that implied that he wouldn't forgive Rill if she shut that door. He would absolutely break the elevator so he could step in, before fixing it again. When he was securely in the elevator, Rill was no longer safe, he looked over her carefully and if she wasn't right next to the dial he would have paced around her like a predator. He was a fairly quiet model, scarily close to what a human could be, but not quite. The antennae on his head twitched and flicked back and forth. If only it could pick up the mood.<br/><br/>"What are your plans for today? I mean I know that you plan to work but, what kind of work? I mean I know what work you do but...." He paused. "Nevermind. I guess it doesn't matter." Advent dialed it down a little, being in a metal box did that, it was kind of like being in a glorified coffin to him. "Shame if elevator broke." No, no don't do that. What he wouldn't tell Rill was that he absolutely did not have any intention of going to the first floor until she mentioned it. This was his life now, sometimes fate just spoke to you.<br/><br/>He knew nothing about fate, nor did he believe in it.<br/><br/>He neatly crossed his fingers behind his back, assuming that elevator music played those fingers rapped against his knuckles. "How was your morningdaynight?" He didn't judge one's sleep cycle. "I guess, how was your existence in the span of the last twenty-four hours?" Ah yes, that sounded a lot more people-ish.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="6011" data-username="@Deviant" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6011/">@Deviant</a>