17th illusion ||Rokudo Mukuro|| [in person] (warning for eye-squick)
[Mukuro had wandered away from Mikami for a bit when he noticed the eye he took out was starting to dry out and look strange. He figured it just needed water or something, so he looked around for a room with a sink and stumbled upon the kitchen.
After pulling up a chair, he plugged up the sink and plopped his "broken" eye into it before turning on the water.
He watched it with concern as it continued to grow... crusty even with the water. The men in the white coats would be angry with him if he broke the eye... more than it had already broken itself anyway. A yellow-ish cloud had covered the eye's iris, but rather than a pupil the kanji numeral six almost seemed to be etched in. He didn't like this one. It had hurt a lot. Hopefully they wouldn't give him another of the same type of eye again.
He let out a sigh and poked the eye around as the water started to fill up.]
After pulling up a chair, he plugged up the sink and plopped his "broken" eye into it before turning on the water.
He watched it with concern as it continued to grow... crusty even with the water. The men in the white coats would be angry with him if he broke the eye... more than it had already broken itself anyway. A yellow-ish cloud had covered the eye's iris, but rather than a pupil the kanji numeral six almost seemed to be etched in. He didn't like this one. It had hurt a lot. Hopefully they wouldn't give him another of the same type of eye again.
He let out a sigh and poked the eye around as the water started to fill up.]