⊕ fourteen
[Enma sighs and gives the communicator a sideways look as he switches on the video. He doesn't look particularly comfortable -- tense, yet somehow listless.]
Wonder if people leave here without anyone noticing.
[It's been on his mind since Watson confirmed Sandry went home, one of those trains of thought that sits in the corner of your mind and heckles you in a barely audible voice]
Wonder if they'd care if they knew.
[He flops back onto the couch, communicator gripped in his hands. Over the arm of the couch, one can see his still-broken window and below it, a sizable pile of sand that's been swept into a mound and shaped into a sand castle. There's a small flag with a crude, hand-drawn version of his family's crest stuck into the top of it.
He hasn't been assed to sweep out his room yet. Obviously.]
Wonder if people leave here without anyone noticing.
[It's been on his mind since Watson confirmed Sandry went home, one of those trains of thought that sits in the corner of your mind and heckles you in a barely audible voice]
Wonder if they'd care if they knew.
[He flops back onto the couch, communicator gripped in his hands. Over the arm of the couch, one can see his still-broken window and below it, a sizable pile of sand that's been swept into a mound and shaped into a sand castle. There's a small flag with a crude, hand-drawn version of his family's crest stuck into the top of it.
He hasn't been assed to sweep out his room yet. Obviously.]