[IC] [research]

[tengu_topper]

[Kantarou is hard at work in his corner of the library, surrounded by several towers of books--they're high and closely-gathered enough that someone approaching would only see a sliver of white, where he's bent over the book currently in front of him. he has an old-fashioned fountain pen in one hand, but it dangles loosely as he reads; the other

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[fuckyou_chorus]

[from somewhere in the darker parts of the library, there is a rustling noise]

[tengu_topper]

[doesn't notice, turning a page; goes back to rubbing at his chest--right over the heart, in fact]

[fuckyou_chorus]

[a rustle, a whispered hush; louder and a little closer]

[tengu_topper]

[looks up, cocking his head, frowning a little]

Ah, hello--? Haruka? Ehh, no, why would he be here ...

[tengu_topper]

[LEFT ON A DESK, covered in ink smears, with a suspicious dark brown stain in the corner:

-->feeds off ???, belief system
-->fear of age/death/decay
-->two different sources: reflection and realization???
-->dreams as a vehicle? real-but-not
-->possibly a permutation o---]

[dimanibussacrum]

[I heard a noise?]

Ah, Kantarou-sensei? I heard--

[dimanibussacrum]

[Oh. Oh dear. Pausing to check his pulse.]

[dimanibussacrum]

[Ah. Alive...but his face. Oh dear. Takes a moment to quickly scan the notes before turning to Kantarou's computer.]