it was cold before when he first arrived, glacial frigidity with his breath coming out in penitent wisps, but it's like rin's words have the capacity to drop the temperature a full fifteen degrees celsius because he can't feel his face or his hands or his legs anymore. however, he can feel the sickening, lopsided psychosis within himself, a sort of ghosting, apparitional horror while rin speaks, diaphanous and full of inarticulate misunderstandings.
makoto drops the cerevice.
it hits the floor, thunks with a reverberating clatter, and it takes him yet another minute or two to grab it, to manually pry it from the floor with clawing fingers and hope it sticks solid to his hands, unlike everything else.
at some point, he's bitten his lip. his mouth is warm with blood. ]
Did something happen to you? Were you injured? You know better than to walk around in a condition like that.
[ his voice is a little more vacant now, heedless as he abandons the arduous endeavor of carefully stacking away the books. deserting the library entirely without so much as a backwards glance, he treks out into the hall, taking the staircase over the nebulous risk of falling clear through an elevator shaft. ]
Can we meet up somewhere? I need to see you for myself.
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it was cold before when he first arrived, glacial frigidity with his breath coming out in penitent wisps, but it's like rin's words have the capacity to drop the temperature a full fifteen degrees celsius because he can't feel his face or his hands or his legs anymore. however, he can feel the sickening, lopsided psychosis within himself, a sort of ghosting, apparitional horror while rin speaks, diaphanous and full of inarticulate misunderstandings.
makoto drops the cerevice.
it hits the floor, thunks with a reverberating clatter, and it takes him yet another minute or two to grab it, to manually pry it from the floor with clawing fingers and hope it sticks solid to his hands, unlike everything else.
at some point, he's bitten his lip. his mouth is warm with blood. ]
Did something happen to you? Were you injured? You know better than to walk around in a condition like that.
[ his voice is a little more vacant now, heedless as he abandons the arduous endeavor of carefully stacking away the books. deserting the library entirely without so much as a backwards glance, he treks out into the hall, taking the staircase over the nebulous risk of falling clear through an elevator shaft. ]
Can we meet up somewhere? I need to see you for myself.