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[He can’t find Gilbert.
To someone whose senses are as strong as Naoki’s-well, that this is perturbing is saying the least on the matter. He’s tried contacting him to no avail. He spent a few hours just assuming he was out getting things for the house, but when the third one ticked by, well…that’s when he started getting antsy. By now he’s combed most of the city.
When the feed comes on, he’s trying not to look as shook up as he is, the dying daylight silhouetting the cathedral behind him.
He schools his expression into something forcibly calm, tone measured.] H-has anyone seen Gilbert? [Slow breath in.] Nightray. Gilbert Nightray. Dark hair, gold eyes, black coat…cravat. [Naoki rubs the heel of his hand along his cheek, the restless gesture giving away some of his growing frustration and unease.]
If anyone’s seen him or heard from him just…let me know. Please. [He almost hopes Gilbert is just angry at him for whatever reason. That’s far better than the alternative.
He managed to keep the quaver in his voice down, at least. The words said, he squeezes his eyes shut for a moment before snapping the communicator shut. The remainder of the day will be spent combing places he’s already looked, returning home intermittently to assure he hasn’t returned there.]
To someone whose senses are as strong as Naoki’s-well, that this is perturbing is saying the least on the matter. He’s tried contacting him to no avail. He spent a few hours just assuming he was out getting things for the house, but when the third one ticked by, well…that’s when he started getting antsy. By now he’s combed most of the city.
When the feed comes on, he’s trying not to look as shook up as he is, the dying daylight silhouetting the cathedral behind him.
He schools his expression into something forcibly calm, tone measured.] H-has anyone seen Gilbert? [Slow breath in.] Nightray. Gilbert Nightray. Dark hair, gold eyes, black coat…cravat. [Naoki rubs the heel of his hand along his cheek, the restless gesture giving away some of his growing frustration and unease.]
If anyone’s seen him or heard from him just…let me know. Please. [He almost hopes Gilbert is just angry at him for whatever reason. That’s far better than the alternative.
He managed to keep the quaver in his voice down, at least. The words said, he squeezes his eyes shut for a moment before snapping the communicator shut. The remainder of the day will be spent combing places he’s already looked, returning home intermittently to assure he hasn’t returned there.]