Itsuki will head over to sit next to him. His air is similarly quiet? maybe? -- he's trying to aim for reassuring but he's clearly distracted and restless. he takes a deep breath, lets it out.
he's not sure what to say, he finds that he doesn't want to say anything for once. nothing encouraging, nothing positive. he just wants to sit here next to Yams and look at the dojo, where they had all just spent the night.]
[...Itsuki's quiet for a moment. He thinks about how funny emotions are -- when you want to hear about something so desperately, and at the same time not want to at all.]
[He doesn't particularly want to talk about it, but--if he does, then at least it feels like he's focusing on the mission. On doing something, anything, to figure out what happened.]
[I think about how a normal person would be like "ALREADY?" but yams is a sword and also probably only knew kashuu for like a year despite how they act
anyway he just nods, apparently accepting that.]
...I think a lot of people here will be upset. [So hopefully they'll have help, figuring this out.]
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Itsuki will head over to sit next to him. His air is similarly quiet? maybe? -- he's trying to aim for reassuring but he's clearly distracted and restless. he takes a deep breath, lets it out.
he's not sure what to say, he finds that he doesn't want to say anything for once. nothing encouraging, nothing positive. he just wants to sit here next to Yams and look at the dojo, where they had all just spent the night.]
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Itsuki can be as restless as he wants, though. Yasusada, in contrast, is still and silent, apparently lost in his own thoughts.
Eventually, softly--]
At the cemetery, it sounded like... something was being dragged across the ground.
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...Like a body?
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[He doesn't particularly want to talk about it, but--if he does, then at least it feels like he's focusing on the mission. On doing something, anything, to figure out what happened.]
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I was in the back alley. I saw mice. [me closing mye yes in real time] They came out of the trash and pushed me, Damien, and Hot Pants right back out.
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At least this is so absurd that it snaps Yasusada briefly out of his thoughts, long enough to look bewildered.]
What? Mice?
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Itsuki looks like he's aged ten years. He wants to be emo, but also? MICE?]
...Yeah. They were wearing -- clothes. [he reaches into his pocket and pushes a drawing of this on the mat between them] I have no idea what it means.
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...This doesn't make any sense...
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Right? ...I don't even know if it's related to Buzen or S-kun. [EITHER WAY IT'S SO STUPID]
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[Someone else can. He does not care that much about the clothed mice unless they're the murderers.]
Itsuki-kun... you were close, weren't you? With Buzen.
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...]
Yeah.
[there's so much about buzen he still doesn't know, and yet. all he has is his heart, and his own emotions that he knows best.]
I love him.
[gay murders: that's the pattern]
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anyway he just nods, apparently accepting that.]
...I think a lot of people here will be upset. [So hopefully they'll have help, figuring this out.]