Invasive Exam [Complete]
Characters: Mio Amakura, Zetsu, Sasori
Setting: Cherry Hallway/Tin Bedroom
Time: Day 002, late afternoon
Summary: Sasori's room is invaded by a camera loli and a plant man.
Warnings: QUICK, SOMEONE CALL PETM--!
Mio wasn't sure whether it had been her or Zetsu that had wandered off, but either way she didn't like it. It probably was her fault, though, she was getting tired. Those notes, too...she didn't like the sound of things. They were ominous and nothing good could ever follow ominous memos. The author had the tendency to appear afterwords. One had appeared in Zetsu's room, too, right? She'd have to tell him to be careful...
Perhaps she should have been following her own advice, as she was too distracted by her thoughts to pay much mind to what door she was opening or even recall manners. Instead, she cracked the door open enough to peer in, staring for a moment before the scene registered and her eyes widened.
Ah...oh...oh dear...
Her initial reaction was to panic, both because it was embarrassing and because it was a little frightening. For the moment much better than finding herself in a room full of corpses (the thought of that sent chills down her spine), but far from pleasant. It took quite a bit of effort, but she managed to keep from doing much more than inhaling sharply and raising the camera up to chin level, clutching it tightly enough for it to be painful, and, of course, staring.
...different strokes, she supposed...
Setting: Cherry Hallway/Tin Bedroom
Time: Day 002, late afternoon
Summary: Sasori's room is invaded by a camera loli and a plant man.
Warnings: QUICK, SOMEONE CALL PETM--!
Mio wasn't sure whether it had been her or Zetsu that had wandered off, but either way she didn't like it. It probably was her fault, though, she was getting tired. Those notes, too...she didn't like the sound of things. They were ominous and nothing good could ever follow ominous memos. The author had the tendency to appear afterwords. One had appeared in Zetsu's room, too, right? She'd have to tell him to be careful...
Perhaps she should have been following her own advice, as she was too distracted by her thoughts to pay much mind to what door she was opening or even recall manners. Instead, she cracked the door open enough to peer in, staring for a moment before the scene registered and her eyes widened.
Ah...oh...oh dear...
Her initial reaction was to panic, both because it was embarrassing and because it was a little frightening. For the moment much better than finding herself in a room full of corpses (the thought of that sent chills down her spine), but far from pleasant. It took quite a bit of effort, but she managed to keep from doing much more than inhaling sharply and raising the camera up to chin level, clutching it tightly enough for it to be painful, and, of course, staring.
...different strokes, she supposed...