action, locked to the nightroad manor residents.
some background: minutes before, accidental audio, location: haunted mansion.
Damn. Stupid -- [ creeeeeeeaaaak
crash! ]
Shit! You scared me! [ it seems yukimi isn't alone, wherever he is, but there seems to be no indication of who he's with. though most of the residents of the nightroad manor should have seen him steering clear of people, although he occasionally does talk to father nighroad. ]
Sorry, [ someone--yoite says finally. ]
Yukimi-san?
Yeah, what? [ short pause. ] You still haven't told me how you got the name --
[ uncharacteristic, almost to the point of being shrill: How could you forget who I am!
[ nonetheless, it's yoite's voice all the same. ]
[ the minute he returns to the house, doors are slammed shut with his foot. he leans against it, nails digging into his empty sleeve; there's something (not) there. there's something (not) there. he can (not) feel his fingers, his wrist, his elbow & shoulder. the minute he tries to flex them, the pain swallows him whole with blinding white on the back of his eyes.
he knows better. he thinks he knows better, but his body doesn't & still can't begin to comprehend that there's nothing there, nothing he can move. ]
Damn. Stupid -- [ creeeeeeeaaaak
crash! ]
Shit! You scared me! [ it seems yukimi isn't alone, wherever he is, but there seems to be no indication of who he's with. though most of the residents of the nightroad manor should have seen him steering clear of people, although he occasionally does talk to father nighroad. ]
Sorry, [ someone--yoite says finally. ]
Yukimi-san?
Yeah, what? [ short pause. ] You still haven't told me how you got the name --
[ uncharacteristic, almost to the point of being shrill: How could you forget who I am!
[ nonetheless, it's yoite's voice all the same. ]
[ the minute he returns to the house, doors are slammed shut with his foot. he leans against it, nails digging into his empty sleeve; there's something (not) there. there's something (not) there. he can (not) feel his fingers, his wrist, his elbow & shoulder. the minute he tries to flex them, the pain swallows him whole with blinding white on the back of his eyes.
he knows better. he thinks he knows better, but his body doesn't & still can't begin to comprehend that there's nothing there, nothing he can move. ]