[Accidental Video] [Week 8, Day 3 - Evening]
[The hitomi's screen flickers on when bumped by the little elbow of a distracted Yoite. It takes in the view of the kitchen in the house Yoite shares with Gau, and the fact that it was almost too neat. Everything a little too perfect to be alright. Cleaned and cleaned again, then cleaned once more by a raging Gau. Everything has been arranged and sterilized to a point where it feels like no one lives there.
Thus the little boy cloaked in his regular bulky black coat seems a little out of place, to say the least, but he too seems....off. Moreso than usual.
He is too busy to notice that is being because he is far too focused on setting out teacups on the kitchen table. Little rows of three. Each little ceramic bowl in its own perfect place. His gloved hands shift each one just a little to be certain they are all aligned then he paces around the table and checks from every angle. In the back the tea kettle is whistling loudly over the fire, but he doesn't reach for it until he is completely satisfied with the cups.
Then he meticulously fills each one with hot water just below the brim. Each time one is full he shifts its position to line the edge of the table. He does this again and again and each time in exactly the same way. His face remains emotionless and his eyes remain intent on his work. When he finishes the surface of the table is framed completely with his little steaming cups and for a long moment he simply watches them.
Then he slowly sets down the kettle on the counter and steps forward.
He places his fingers around the rim of the first cup and lifts it as if to take a sip but stops when he is holding it midair at eye level. Then he simply...releases.
*CRASH*
The water goes spilling over the floor.
No change in his face as he steps to the next one, and repeats.
*CRASH*
and repeats...
*CRASH*
and repeats...
*CRASH*
And at some point Yoite is no longer dropping them, but smashing them against the floor with powerful thrusts of his short arm and watching emotionless as the pieces of the ceramic cups go skittering across the tiles.
As he reaches for the next cup the hitomi is knocked off the table, catching one final burst of steaming water and porcelain before the feed is cut off.]
Thus the little boy cloaked in his regular bulky black coat seems a little out of place, to say the least, but he too seems....off. Moreso than usual.
He is too busy to notice that is being because he is far too focused on setting out teacups on the kitchen table. Little rows of three. Each little ceramic bowl in its own perfect place. His gloved hands shift each one just a little to be certain they are all aligned then he paces around the table and checks from every angle. In the back the tea kettle is whistling loudly over the fire, but he doesn't reach for it until he is completely satisfied with the cups.
Then he meticulously fills each one with hot water just below the brim. Each time one is full he shifts its position to line the edge of the table. He does this again and again and each time in exactly the same way. His face remains emotionless and his eyes remain intent on his work. When he finishes the surface of the table is framed completely with his little steaming cups and for a long moment he simply watches them.
Then he slowly sets down the kettle on the counter and steps forward.
He places his fingers around the rim of the first cup and lifts it as if to take a sip but stops when he is holding it midair at eye level. Then he simply...releases.
*CRASH*
The water goes spilling over the floor.
No change in his face as he steps to the next one, and repeats.
*CRASH*
and repeats...
*CRASH*
and repeats...
*CRASH*
And at some point Yoite is no longer dropping them, but smashing them against the floor with powerful thrusts of his short arm and watching emotionless as the pieces of the ceramic cups go skittering across the tiles.
As he reaches for the next cup the hitomi is knocked off the table, catching one final burst of steaming water and porcelain before the feed is cut off.]