Feb 17, 2010 17:06
In the dining hall, Shinichi is humming to himself (albeit humming tunelessly) as he helps himself to a late breakfast -- or is it an early lunch? Considering that his tray is full of sticks of incense and lightbulbs, it is hard to decide what meal this is exactly.
Either way, this ghost seems to be in a good mood -- a fact that is offset by the dark shadows pooling on the floor at his feet. They seem to have little correlation to anything Shinichi does, constantly moving, shifting with an energy of their own. So far they are concentrated about Shinichi's immediate area. The ever-present pallor is ever-present as is the bullet-hole, but the baseball cap is not -- this ghost is very comfortable in his undeadness this morning.
Clearly something's happened.
kudo shinichi,
[prose],
*au