016 - action/voice/teenage angst
[Atsuro's back from his first Mallynapping, and they went a little easy on him, it seems; he's well enough to drag himself back to his apartment on his own. Still, it's obvious he's a little worse for wear; the electricity doesn't visibly excite him, and the set of three COMP chargers on his table doesn't seem significant to him; they must have not included Naoya in their group for some reason. Whatever, if they could make three, they could make another.
...He decides he needs to talk to Hero. They haven't spoken since that whole love fiasco, and that's not the kind of thing you should let eat away at you for a month. After that nasty bit of captivity, a little catharsis would do him some good. He gets out of the chair he slumped into, and is even considerate enough to change into some normal clothes before going next door.
Unfortunately, all he finds is an empty apartment, looking all ready for a new resident; he's so panicked he doesn't even feel his heart speeding up.]
...No. No!
[He rushes into Hero's bedroom, hoping this is some kind of terrible joke, but it's completely immaculate. He just stares for a few moments before turning whirling around, kicking over the table in anger. Sorry neighbors, he's getting a little loud.]
Dammit! They had to do it then? Those fucking bastards!
[He slumps down again, this time in one of Hero's chairs; it stings just thinking of it as his, but his mind can't help it. He knows no one gets to say goodbye, but he's too angry and tired to look at this rationally right now. Fortunately for the other residents, he's also too weak to kick over anything else; he just sits there, swearing quietly for a while as he tries to get his breath back. What's he going to do now?]
[Eventually, he trudges back to his own apartment and cracks open his journal. He doesn't want to make this any more dramatic than it has to be, but the depression is evident in his voice. It's not easy to admit that his best friend isn't here anymore.]
I'm back. Yuzu, Naoya... he's gone.
((OOC: If you're around Building 3's third floor, feel free to come and tell him to shut up.))
...He decides he needs to talk to Hero. They haven't spoken since that whole love fiasco, and that's not the kind of thing you should let eat away at you for a month. After that nasty bit of captivity, a little catharsis would do him some good. He gets out of the chair he slumped into, and is even considerate enough to change into some normal clothes before going next door.
Unfortunately, all he finds is an empty apartment, looking all ready for a new resident; he's so panicked he doesn't even feel his heart speeding up.]
...No. No!
[He rushes into Hero's bedroom, hoping this is some kind of terrible joke, but it's completely immaculate. He just stares for a few moments before turning whirling around, kicking over the table in anger. Sorry neighbors, he's getting a little loud.]
Dammit! They had to do it then? Those fucking bastards!
[He slumps down again, this time in one of Hero's chairs; it stings just thinking of it as his, but his mind can't help it. He knows no one gets to say goodbye, but he's too angry and tired to look at this rationally right now. Fortunately for the other residents, he's also too weak to kick over anything else; he just sits there, swearing quietly for a while as he tries to get his breath back. What's he going to do now?]
[Eventually, he trudges back to his own apartment and cracks open his journal. He doesn't want to make this any more dramatic than it has to be, but the depression is evident in his voice. It's not easy to admit that his best friend isn't here anymore.]
I'm back. Yuzu, Naoya... he's gone.
((OOC: If you're around Building 3's third floor, feel free to come and tell him to shut up.))