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The room is dark, the only light being from one small lamp situated at the edge of the desk, pointing down towards the corner and the soft glow from the moon through the window. The bed is still neatly made; hospital corners, pillows and comforter untouched. In the waste bin there is a near-full container of Mexican take-away. The red light on the telephone blinks signalling that there are messages.
Taiki is sitting in the corner, back against one wall with the desk trapping him on the other side. His legs are drawn up to his chest; a very old book is balanced on his knees with several slips of paper piled over one page. He stares out, over the room with a glazed look in his eyes; unmoving as he had been for over 45 minutes. The only sound in the room was the hum of the air-vents and the occasional drip of black ink from the tip of the calligraphy brush he’d forgotten he was holding. A small river of ink ran down one sheet of paper and onto his jeans; the stain spreading outward with each minute that passed.
He should be sleeping, but he can’t because something is out theredevouring souls. Jonas was gone. He’d just seen him a little over 24 hours ago...He should be practicing the various symbols he might need to kill thing...but instead he was lost deep within himself. He should be reading the book sitting on his knee that would teach him some useful things to summon, just in case...but that was the last thing on his mind. He should have called Shuichi...but he didn’t want to freak him out.
Instead he just sits in the corner, in the dark...staring out at absolutely nothing.