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[ Should it come off as surprising that the first person Akira thought of after making way too much curry is Kotone? Probably not. ]

Hey, how's the curse practice going?
Have you got to the F-word or not yet?

[ Fantastic joke, really... ]

Also, what are your thoughts on curry?

Hey. Had an idea.

I need a real kitchen and I need it last fucking month. Makoto offered the one at her house but I can't keep barging in on people. I also can't function with just a fucking microwave.

Want to look for a place together? We already know we won't kill each other. I'd ask Aki but

Looks like he's gone.

In theory I don't mind Ken being there if he wants to be, but in practice... the two of us probably need a little space from each other (we're working on it, don't start). Really the only person from home who's not fucking allowed in is Takaya, but I think we can all agree on that.

[ yukari hates how quickly she falls into old haibts while wandering the dark, cold hallways of the hall. she steps lightly, bow held at the ready with an arrow notched, and prays the small orb of light she's conjured will last until she gets out of here. mitsuru would have chided her if she was aware how little yukari had practiced her newfound powers since her arrival. as a result, her range of sight is limited to 20 feet around her. the most she can see is the floor and the shimmering walls of floor-to-ceiling mirrors that meanincingly tower overhead.

she catches something out of the corner of her eye and whrils on her heel to face it, ready to strike a Shadow ...and only sees her reflection pointing an arrow straight at her own chest. ugh. stupid move. she rolls her eyes, lowering her bow and huffing in irritation at how jumpy she is.

and her reflection grins, an ugly, twisted thing that suits the unnerving yellow hue of her eyes. yukari--the one outside of the mirror--stares back, jaw slack. it--the yukari in the mirror, all too real and knowing--opens its mouth to speak when a noise in the far distance causes her to look away. when she turns back to the mirror, there's only her. pale, shaking, irises blown wide. a noise echoes down the hall again and yukari forces herself to move forward, bow again at the ready as she heads further in.

she doesn't dare look at the mirrors again.

it's another minute (or two or three, time has lost its meaning in here) before yukari sees the red hair and familiar outline of kotone. ]

Kotone? [ her shoulders relax for the first time since entering the hall. things were gonna be okay. she approaches her friend, words exhaled on a sigh of relief, ] Oh, thank god. You scared me, you know? I thought you were a monster or something.

So if you think and dream in your voice
Does mean that your dog thinks in his own barks

Edited 2022-02-01 02:28 (UTC)

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