twenty-nineth • audio
[ action for 07-ghost house ]
[ Shuri had started doing laundry. Not started, attempted. But after the machine had begun to bubble over and it began making angry, congested sounds, the young noble decided it might be better to get someone more suited for the job. ]
Mikage! Come over here, I need some help with the laundry. [ no reply. ] ... Mikage? [ ... ] Mikage, don't you ignore me! This is your job, be grateful that I'm doing it for you! [ Huffing, he stomps on into the living room.
There's no cheeky grin waiting for him. No put upon sigh. ] ... Mikage?
[ ... The rest of the house is thoroughly searched. Nothing. No sign, no trace. The magazines that once sat on the table are gone. ] Mikage, this isn't funny! Come out here and help me!
[ Nothing. Gone, gone, gone.
He's half frantic. By the time he gets to the other teen's room, he already knows what's happened. ]
[ voice ]
... Uh.
[ Shuri clears his throat. The snapshot shows bright blue, bloodshot eyes. He sniffles hard, presses the heels of his hands into his eyes, and tries to compose himself. ]
[ His lower lip trembles. ] Mikage, he... He promised. This isn't fair. This isn't fair at all... I...
[ He flings the journal shut with one hand, taking deep, shuddering breaths to compose himself. It's not right, it's not fair, he already had to deal with this once why does it have to happen again? After they made everything better, and...
Eventually, after much stifled tears and muffled sobbing, Shuri brings the book back to him. He doesn't look at it, instead his gaze is set to a fixed location just under the book. ]
Mikage Celestine has gone home.
[ Shuri had started doing laundry. Not started, attempted. But after the machine had begun to bubble over and it began making angry, congested sounds, the young noble decided it might be better to get someone more suited for the job. ]
Mikage! Come over here, I need some help with the laundry. [ no reply. ] ... Mikage? [ ... ] Mikage, don't you ignore me! This is your job, be grateful that I'm doing it for you! [ Huffing, he stomps on into the living room.
There's no cheeky grin waiting for him. No put upon sigh. ] ... Mikage?
[ ... The rest of the house is thoroughly searched. Nothing. No sign, no trace. The magazines that once sat on the table are gone. ] Mikage, this isn't funny! Come out here and help me!
[ Nothing. Gone, gone, gone.
He's half frantic. By the time he gets to the other teen's room, he already knows what's happened. ]
[ voice ]
... Uh.
[ Shuri clears his throat. The snapshot shows bright blue, bloodshot eyes. He sniffles hard, presses the heels of his hands into his eyes, and tries to compose himself. ]
[ His lower lip trembles. ] Mikage, he... He promised. This isn't fair. This isn't fair at all... I...
[ He flings the journal shut with one hand, taking deep, shuddering breaths to compose himself. It's not right, it's not fair, he already had to deal with this once why does it have to happen again? After they made everything better, and...
Eventually, after much stifled tears and muffled sobbing, Shuri brings the book back to him. He doesn't look at it, instead his gaze is set to a fixed location just under the book. ]
Mikage Celestine has gone home.