29 [accidental voice]
[Frey had just gotten back to the house after picking up something sweet to eat for Lym and the rest of his housemates: Some pastries, nothing too fancy, just something that looked good. He’d set the box of them on the table in the kitchen, headed to his room, and opened his journal to check up on things.
Seconds later, there’s a crash as the window behind him shatters, spraying glass all over as Frey hits the floor in response, rolling and getting to his feet in one motion so he faces the door. At the same time, the journal is still recording the sounds in the room as it hits the ground.
Another one of those things.]
Sorry about this. I’ll be back soon, hopefully.
…Selphie, take care of Lym for me, will you?
[It’s not long before there’s another crash and then silence. Housemates and friends who check up on him will find the window smashed in and Frey’s room a mess: books all over, his bed trampled, a lamp smashed.]
Seconds later, there’s a crash as the window behind him shatters, spraying glass all over as Frey hits the floor in response, rolling and getting to his feet in one motion so he faces the door. At the same time, the journal is still recording the sounds in the room as it hits the ground.
Another one of those things.]
Sorry about this. I’ll be back soon, hopefully.
…Selphie, take care of Lym for me, will you?
[It’s not long before there’s another crash and then silence. Housemates and friends who check up on him will find the window smashed in and Frey’s room a mess: books all over, his bed trampled, a lamp smashed.]