Dancing Shadows
Takeo walk through the living room then paused, something was different. More than a little worried about the home owner's reaction if anything was damaged. He surveyed the area closely. The furniture was fine and mess free. There weren't any strange scents lingering in the room. The blinds were drawn down and that could be it, but that was something they did so no one could look in when their lights were on to avoid disturbing the neighbours.
His concern rose almost bordering on worry. If he couldn't figure out what it was then he couldn't fix it before the house owner noticed.
There was something different but what was it? The shadows, problem discovered he sort out the source. The lights were lit and working at least they were all luminescent, was on duller than normal.
Inhumanly quiet footsteps padded on the floor and Takeo glanced back to see M come through the door. Safe, so Takeo focused back on the task at hand.
M's voice drifted over in mild interest, "What has you all focused?"
"One of the globes must have blown I'm figuring out which one."
"Huh," M swept his gaze over the room it looked basically the same to him but Takeo's mods did focus on sight. "Frankenstein would have a replacement in the store room." The house owner had spare labs; he would have a few spare bulbs.
Their phones buzzed in unison, a message from Tao asking why they were late.
A different set of footsteps came down the corridor, barely but deliberately making nose, Frankenstein's. The house owner was holding a bulb that was small enough for a fairy light and a ladder.
"Hmm, you're still here? Tao said he was taking you three to the movies." One the children had invited Rai to see this weekend. They were meant to be previewing it to make sure there were no themes that would remind him of sad things.
Frankenstein set up the ladder and replaced the bulb in the chandler with a practiced efficiency.
"It's nothing," M dismissed, "Takeo just noticed the change in incandescence." He shrugged then left Takeo trailing after him quickly. Hoping that the homeowner wouldn't put him in charge of replacing spent bulbs. "We're running late."
Prompt 7, to many possibilities best stick to reality.