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[week 7] arumat
[So. That weekend sure was a thing.
Taking stock: Two good men were dead, one of them an older brother cut down in front of his sibling's eyes. After an extended trial where he'd helped contribute to getting an innocent man executed, the true killer (who he'd believed in even after telling himself not to believe anymore) turned out to be some alien parasite who seriously hurt a bunch of other people including a good friend by turning its body into stabby things(!) and then things got weird, what with the axing and the turning into demons and the Rhys thing and the AI getting angry--
Now, compartmentalizing is great, definitely recommend, but something like this is too big for Todomatsu to handle on his own. Not after the stress of the days and weeks before; not in this room, too cold and lonely and wrong even before the scratching started behind the walls.
And so it comes to pass that Todomatsu finds himself knocking on Arumat's door at some obscene hour, since-- Most importantly, since he's pretty sure Arumat will be awake to answer. He hopes. His rapping is quick, nervous; his voice a hiss that who knows if it even makes it though the door.]
H-hey! Are you there?
Taking stock: Two good men were dead, one of them an older brother cut down in front of his sibling's eyes. After an extended trial where he'd helped contribute to getting an innocent man executed, the true killer (who he'd believed in even after telling himself not to believe anymore) turned out to be some alien parasite who seriously hurt a bunch of other people including a good friend by turning its body into stabby things(!) and then things got weird, what with the axing and the turning into demons and the Rhys thing and the AI getting angry--
Now, compartmentalizing is great, definitely recommend, but something like this is too big for Todomatsu to handle on his own. Not after the stress of the days and weeks before; not in this room, too cold and lonely and wrong even before the scratching started behind the walls.
And so it comes to pass that Todomatsu finds himself knocking on Arumat's door at some obscene hour, since-- Most importantly, since he's pretty sure Arumat will be awake to answer. He hopes. His rapping is quick, nervous; his voice a hiss that who knows if it even makes it though the door.]
H-hey! Are you there?
1/2
Maybe you shouldn't have visited Arumat.
Arumat's in the least stable state of mind ever since he's arrived, and especially once he's gotten a chance to be by himself, he's tossed objects around in his room -- furniture that could be picked up, that is. The pale-haired male hadn't realized how much Frankenstein meant to him until that guy got judged-killed unfairly. So, yeah, there's that as well.
He planned to drink some wine with him (there was a bottle on a desk in his room) hadn't realized he never sorted out his fee--
There's a knock. And it opens.
Arumat's hair is undone from the small ponytail that usually hangs down his left shoulder and he's still wearing the uniform given to him by the ship which he had put on when he approached Clover during that trial. His golden eyes are bright and alight with rage. He's so livid and distraught he doesn't recognize the voice, nor the person standing in front of him. }
You. What the hell do you want?!