Teru Mikami ~25~ Whitewashing [Accidental Video / In Person]
[Tuesday morning, 10 am. And like every Tuesday they spent at the Manor, Mikami is in the laundry room just exactly three minutes before the washing machine finishes with his laundry. Everything is as usually, just that normally you would not be entertained with an accidental video, recorded by the blackberry that is placed on a nearby spot.
He does look a bit odd like this. Even if his purple dress-shirt's highest buttons are opened (which is about the most casual Mikami's clothes ever get), Teru still seems horribly misplaced between dryers and washing machines, with his serious face, completely lost in thought.
Mukuro's name on the according doorplate had vanished and he refused to see it as anything but a change for the better. Mukuro had confused him, he'd been a danger to people around him and his absence was changing the Manor for the better. Maybe now he'd be able to forget about all those irritating memories from the past. They were a nuisance, a ridiculous distraction from everything he was believed in. Mukuro vanishing was nothing but a good thing, but Mikami could not find himself exactly celebrating.
Instead he just felt empty. But it was not like that wouldn't be usual in it's own way as well.
Even since New Years he just didn't know where to go anymore, he was numb and now another one of his few faint feelings had just left him. But it was nothing out of the ordinary. He could still go on, he always could.
He doesn't notice the laundry finishing for two more full minutes, further proof of how burned out he actually was. He shakes his head and opens the washing machine. His glance goes over the blackberry noticing the recording going on. He reaches over for it, passing a short look into the direction of the camera.]
Sumimasen.
[And then he turns it off, the last thing to be seen is how he reaches for his head, like he had a headache, and then proceeds with the laundry.]
He does look a bit odd like this. Even if his purple dress-shirt's highest buttons are opened (which is about the most casual Mikami's clothes ever get), Teru still seems horribly misplaced between dryers and washing machines, with his serious face, completely lost in thought.
Mukuro's name on the according doorplate had vanished and he refused to see it as anything but a change for the better. Mukuro had confused him, he'd been a danger to people around him and his absence was changing the Manor for the better. Maybe now he'd be able to forget about all those irritating memories from the past. They were a nuisance, a ridiculous distraction from everything he was believed in. Mukuro vanishing was nothing but a good thing, but Mikami could not find himself exactly celebrating.
Instead he just felt empty. But it was not like that wouldn't be usual in it's own way as well.
Even since New Years he just didn't know where to go anymore, he was numb and now another one of his few faint feelings had just left him. But it was nothing out of the ordinary. He could still go on, he always could.
He doesn't notice the laundry finishing for two more full minutes, further proof of how burned out he actually was. He shakes his head and opens the washing machine. His glance goes over the blackberry noticing the recording going on. He reaches over for it, passing a short look into the direction of the camera.]
Sumimasen.
[And then he turns it off, the last thing to be seen is how he reaches for his head, like he had a headache, and then proceeds with the laundry.]