Characters: Mio Amakura, Zetsu Setting: Fairy Bedroom Time: Day 008, at some point after the tunnels unlock Summary: More memory invasion~ Poor Zetsu. ♥ Warnings: failOP again, lolangst.
Mio's hazed shifted off to the side as she noticed him looking her over before moving over to the desk to set her flashlight down. "Ah, I'm fine." She forced a smile of her own, but it was short lived, fading after a few seconds when it was no longer seemed necessary. He looked....she couldn't say he looked well, but he seemed to be managing, at least. She was still worried for him, but...perhaps even more disconcerting was the fact that she now noticed the filament glowing a blue color. Normally she was more sensitive to it, if for other reason than the way she sensed abnormalities just as easily as the camera did more often than not, the way her heart began racing or chills ran down her spine...
If there had been a moment when either of those things had happened, they had been overlooked in her exhaustion just as easily as the glow of the filament had been. "I'm not sure what it's reacting to, though..." Mio glanced around the room uneasily, gripping her camera and raising it a little as she searched for any indication as to what the camera might be responding to. The thought that it might be the only other individual in the room never crossed her mind, if for no other reason than because she'd long since forgotten (or rather, never been entirely aware of) the way it had responded to the first clone. It seemed more likely that there might be something unusual in the vicinity.
There was always the possibility that the camera was malfunctioning as well, but that suggestion was one that she didn't care to consider.
If there had been a moment when either of those things had happened, they had been overlooked in her exhaustion just as easily as the glow of the filament had been. "I'm not sure what it's reacting to, though..." Mio glanced around the room uneasily, gripping her camera and raising it a little as she searched for any indication as to what the camera might be responding to. The thought that it might be the only other individual in the room never crossed her mind, if for no other reason than because she'd long since forgotten (or rather, never been entirely aware of) the way it had responded to the first clone. It seemed more likely that there might be something unusual in the vicinity.
There was always the possibility that the camera was malfunctioning as well, but that suggestion was one that she didn't care to consider.
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