Memory ღ one [Text/Action]
[Waking up in a completely unfamiliar room is more than a little startling. The last thing he remembered was sleeping next to his fighter and next to his fighter is where he expected to be!]
Maybe this is a dream...?
[It doesn't feel like a dream though. It also doesn't look like any dreams he's ever had. For awhile the boy just sits in the middle of his mattress at a loss of what to do. He eyes the gadget he's woken up next to then slowly picks it up before slipping out of the bed.]
I'm not going to get any answers just sitting here...
[He murmurs and takes a deep breath before heading outside. The area looks empty and the air felt thick, but what worries Ritsuka most, is that he doesn't recognize any of it. There is a small swell of panic in his chest at this and he takes a seat under a nearby tree, quietly willing himself to calm down. He brings his focus back to the odd looking phone, if only to have something to settle his mind. It's then that he notices the buttons and numbers, much like a small keyboard on a phone. He starts to press in Soubi's phone number.]
843 555 5375
You better answer this time you idiot...
[He presses send and holds it to his ear, but there's no ringing. Then... where did he send that number?!]
Maybe this is a dream...?
[It doesn't feel like a dream though. It also doesn't look like any dreams he's ever had. For awhile the boy just sits in the middle of his mattress at a loss of what to do. He eyes the gadget he's woken up next to then slowly picks it up before slipping out of the bed.]
I'm not going to get any answers just sitting here...
[He murmurs and takes a deep breath before heading outside. The area looks empty and the air felt thick, but what worries Ritsuka most, is that he doesn't recognize any of it. There is a small swell of panic in his chest at this and he takes a seat under a nearby tree, quietly willing himself to calm down. He brings his focus back to the odd looking phone, if only to have something to settle his mind. It's then that he notices the buttons and numbers, much like a small keyboard on a phone. He starts to press in Soubi's phone number.]
843 555 5375
You better answer this time you idiot...
[He presses send and holds it to his ear, but there's no ringing. Then... where did he send that number?!]