The Award Goes To… || Pettygron
Alex pulled a face when he heard the familiar voice, of course it would be Dianna. If there was someone above them, their sense of humour was not their strong point. “The one and only.” His tone was quiet, with Emma prowling the corridor, he did not want her to find him, especially how she had been earlier when she’d caught him with Dianna by the bar.
Even in the darkness, and with his senses dulled as they were given the atmosphere, he could feel Dianna’s gaze upon him. “Keeping out of Emma’s way.” His tone matched the volume as it was earlier, footsteps could be heard from outside of the cupboard, of course he didn’t know if they were Emma’s or somebody else’s. Despite the lack of any light except the glow seeping in beneath the door, he was hyper aware of how close he and Dianna were stood, his breaths coming out and mingling with hers, “I’m sorry— I thought it was another room.” He apologised, he hadn’t meant to be this close to her, to invade her personal space like this. “…and that it would be empty.” He continued, his voice barely a whisper.
It was only then that he searched out her form, only just making out her head, and her features thought it was a strain to do so, his eyes obviously not adjusted enough and the lack of light didn’t help in anyway. He shifted his weight but when he did so, he knocked something on the floor and winced because of the noise it made. Dear God, please don’t let any anybody hear that.
Dianna cringed at Alex’s apology — though, hopefully with the dull lighting he wasn’t able to notice. It wasn’t because of his apology that she cringed, more so the fact that they had both been as stupid as each other to think this was a separate room. “It’s alright.” The blonde dismissed his apology with a slight shake of her head, “I thought so to.” From anyone else’s point of view, it would probably be funny that the two of them were practically stuck in such a confined space. Now was not a time to be laughing, however.
“Oh my God.” Dianna let out a strained whisper, reaching out to stop whatever it was that Alex had knocked over — obviously missing it. The clatter that followed the falling object caused her to stiffen, her eyes trained on the door of the closet waiting for it to open and for the outside light to flood in. After a few moments had passed, Dianna let out the breath she hadn’t realised she had been holding and her gaze turn to Alex, her eyes narrowing on his through the darkness. “Graceful as ever.” She gave a teasing remark, hoping to somewhat lighten the mood.