[010 | voice, Japanese]

[sweetdeath]

[the sound of footsteps can be heard under Tsuzuki's voice, and the occasional soft ghostly whisper]

Does anybody know where Hisoka went? He still hasn't come back, and it's dark out there now.... I must have lost track of time up on the roof. Man, it's dark in here. The lights aren't working, are they? Anybody know why not?

Come to think of it... has anyone seen Watari since day before yesterday?

[a click, and a few snapping noises]

Oh, come on.

[Snap.]

That's better! At least I can see... a--

[A nearly deafening clatter as the communicator hits the floor, somehow managing not to turn itself off in the fall. The voice is farther away now, spiraling up into hysteria.]

No. No. You're wrong. You don't know me. Who are you? Who are--

[thudding and scraping.]

No! Go away! I am-

[A hoarse sob, and the communicator cuts off abruptly.]


[[ooc: comment logs only; Tsuzuki found his room covered with "You will never be human" and the word never repeated across all of the walls. He's tried to scrape some of them away, but the words are re-written over the smears. Tsuzuki himself is huddled in a ball against the smeared wall.]]

Comments

[angelic-lawyer.livejournal.com]

(Tomoo watched his movement with only vague interest, waiting a few moments before speaking.)

I suppose that's a matter of opinion.

Will you be alright?

[cinnagami.livejournal.com]

[He was, Tsuzuki reflected with a shard of bitterness that surprised him, always okay in the end.]

[That wasn't useful. Try again. Smile.]

...I will. Just a shock... you know?

[angelic-lawyer.livejournal.com]

(Tomoo moved slightly, the sound of his shoes against the floor seeming unnaturally loud for the moment.)

They tend to happen a lot, here.

[cinnagami.livejournal.com]

[Maybe it was just that they were speaking in person instead of over the communicators, but there was definitely something off about Naruse. He blinked, focusing more closely on the other man.]

...Will you? Be okay?

[angelic-lawyer.livejournal.com]

(Tomoo tilted his head slightly, looking a little surprised by the sudden question, but his expression quickly shifted into a small, polite smile.)

Of course.

[cinnagami.livejournal.com]

[It was a little like talking to Tatsumi in a bad mood, except for the lack of financial threats. Tsuzuki sighed and gave it up. He didn't even know Naruse that well.]

[Maybe he'd be able to scrub the room clean if he tried. Hisoka probably shouldn't see this whenever he returned.]

All right. ...Thanks.

[angelic-lawyer.livejournal.com]

(Ignoring the sigh, Tomoo nodded his head slightly, turning back towards the door.)

You're welcome. I hope things get better for you.