[DROP] lock and key

SAMUEL i am the ocean, crawling madly at your moon. and with one wanton whoop — The door, which he couldn't quite understand the positioning of, was certainly ominous. Doors in beaches at night were clearly a bad idea, but Sam supposed he'd gotten this far...taking the first rung of the ladder in his hands, he was swiftly heading down the ladder and into the darkness, trying not to let his imagination make too many monsters in the surrounding dim corners. What he could see, just a flash, was someone that looked like Aisha, walking in the tunnels before him. Desperate for some company, especially someone he trusted, Sam immediately headed after her, trying to only focus on his goal and not the walls of the tunnel around him. --- Sam goes right. — i melt into a sycophantic soup, & all that's left to do, is giggle, fawn, and swoon.