[ hm, sure seems busy at the shoppe today! Crona's been repotting plants and changing water all morning, as well as cleaning up around the place in general. there's...a lot more to this flower thing than he'd previously thought, to be sure, but it doesn't seem very tedious to him. he's happy to be able to help Juuta out, anyway-- especially after...that.
giving the front area of the shoppe one more sweep, he's about to move to the entrance-way, observing the pleasant jingle of the door as he opens it and feeling the warmth of the sun on his face, when-- ]
[ dropping the broom with a clatter, Crona lurches forward a few steps, eyes wide as he confirms (still a few steps away) that it is indeed Mr Izaya laying motionless before him. ]
[ crossing the last bit of distance between them, the meister peers down at the man's crumpled, entirely graceless posture. he gently taps Izaya's side with his shoe, leaning back with expectation of a response of some sort, but...nothing.
[ --no, wait...he's still breathing. whew. and here Crona was thinking he was going to have to tell Mr Juuta his friend who he's already tried to kill once is dead!
what a load off, right?
--wait. Juuta. Juuta.
is he even at the shoppe yet? had he stepped out or something? what if...what if he sees Crona right now, standing over Izaya's not-dead-but-looking-very-much-so-until-further-inspection body? what would he think...?!
although only vaguely aware of it in his panic, the previously pleasant jingle sounding as the shoppe door closes behind him seems more akin to a funeral dirge. his life as he knows it is over. ]
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giving the front area of the shoppe one more sweep, he's about to move to the entrance-way, observing the pleasant jingle of the door as he opens it and feeling the warmth of the sun on his face, when-- ]
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...that's...that's... ]
M-M-M-M-Mr Izaya...!?
[ dropping the broom with a clatter, Crona lurches forward a few steps, eyes wide as he confirms (still a few steps away) that it is indeed Mr Izaya laying motionless before him. ]
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[ crossing the last bit of distance between them, the meister peers down at the man's crumpled, entirely graceless posture. he gently taps Izaya's side with his shoe, leaning back with expectation of a response of some sort, but...nothing.
this...this meant... ]
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what a load off, right?
--wait. Juuta. Juuta.
is he even at the shoppe yet? had he stepped out or something? what if...what if he sees Crona right now, standing over Izaya's not-dead-but-looking-very-much-so-until-further-inspection body? what would he think...?!
although only vaguely aware of it in his panic, the previously pleasant jingle sounding as the shoppe door closes behind him seems more akin to a funeral dirge. his life as he knows it is over. ]
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