Literature
Affinity: Part XIV
Alex paused in the lobby, hands on the stairwell banister. He resisted the urge to turn and see if someone in heels was following him, making those little aggravating slaps on the tile, because he knew it was him. The elevator shone out of the corner of his eye in the afternoon light, and he gritted his teeth before sprinting up the stairs. The considerably large number of stairs. If his shoes weren't extensions of his body it might have even hurt.
He easily walked up to his apartment door 22-E and felt the familiar swell of biomass travel down his spine, spreading to his head, fingers, toes
In a few reality rippling s