Gamer Time.. 1x1 Bael & DGY

[Baelixx]

Security Guard
He frowns at her request, understanding that his touch was probably unwelcome but he was anxious about her running off again. And boy would he be in trouble with his boss if that happened. And he really didn't feel like chasing her down again. "Okay but don't run." He finally states, removing his hands from her shoulders but remaining close enough to grab her if need be. "Isaac and Braden." He nods slowly, stopping as they reach the office and gesturing for her to step inside. "I can call the nurse's station and have them find what room they are in so you can be reunited with your friends." He sighs a little, rubbing at his face. "Have a seat, make yourself comfortable. Do you want a water or anything?" He asks, geturing to the cushioned seats positioned across the desk even as he sat in his high backed rolling chair and opened a mini fridge located beneath the desk.

[Delivery.God.Yato]

(If you watched Death note... I'm making her sit like L.)

Ellie
I felt the weight of his hands off my shoulders, happy to feel lighter. I felt already enough pressure from everywhere else. Hearing him repeat the names made me feel like I shouldn't have told him. What if this guy wasn't nice? I fidgeted, anxiety getting the better for my limbs. Stepping into the office, I watched him sit in his chair. Glancing to the chair he pointed for me and the door. It wouldn't be hard to get away. But should I really be running away? Was he the bad guy? I didn't know hardly anything about this world. After a few moments of thought, I decided just to sit down. Sliding into the chair on my butt, my knees pulling up to my chest. It was more protection then comfort. If he decided to throw something or a clicker where to jump in its easier to get rid of lim-... Or is something where to happen my legs will protect my chest. "I want to leave... Please." I responded, looking at the guy. I could probably find my way back. Maybe. My nails tugging at the sweatpants I had on. I felt little in these clothes. I guess I was in a way. I had to reign in my reactions to the things on his desk. I know that I seen some things like these in Issac's house. Was this normal for everyone to have one? I wondered what they would do with it. After a moment of sitting, I got up and starting poking around the room. I couldn't sit, I didn't want to. I felt like I needed to do something. I needed to go somewhere.