♙ Along the reaches of the street--

[sophistly]

Characters: Break and Ryoji
Location: The alley where Vriska kicked the bucket I mean died
Time: Early evening
Style: Fiiiirst
Status: Closed
Note: Forward-dated a few days, to March 16th or so.

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[derparcana]

[ He hadn't been expecting anyone else. Ryoji silently stood there--still covered in bandages, without his signature scarf, his hair down for once and not slicked back.

The bandages were on his head, around where Gamzee had cracked his head with his, his chest, his wrist, and around his arms where the cuts had been particularly bad. Luckily, he healed quickly enough to be... up, by now.

He'd stopped by a flower place, and gotten a bouquet. What he asked for was an odd request, but they filled it for him anyway. He'd put it in the day before; only stopped by to pick it up now.

So in the alleyway where he'd... had to let go of her body (and all hope of her living any further), Ryoji dropped a bouquet of blue flowers on the ground, in the corner. Some of the cerulean and black blood--each of theirs, respectively--was left still soaking into the cobblestone. The body was gone, and maybe... he was the only one leaving something here, but he did it nevertheless. ]

I'm... sorry.

[ It was... still difficult to speak, but it had gotten a

[sophistly]

[A red eye catches on the scene and he cannot help but smirk amusedly. Ahah. And one of the players in this sad drama had returned to the stage, was it?

...How predictable. He steps closer, until he is peering over Ryoji's shoulder at the flowers.

And--]

...They do so compliment the black very well!

[1/2]

[derparcana]

[ AJHAKSLKJDHG--he was NOT EXPECTING THAT. Ryoji startles pretty quickly, and turns around to see Break. ]

[2/2]

[derparcana]

Oh... it's you.

[ Oh gosh, his heart. ]

You think...? It's... the same as her-- [ Ahem. ] --Text color. The blue.