[ …there’s a slow rise to the attention, breaking away from the text message full of colorful emoji and a rapidly descending window, bubbles of speech still rolling through as it blinks back to sleep. he’s up on his elbows with his chin tucked to chest, observing the space between his former bedmate and the door through which they’d once both been spirited away. it feels a bit like getting a second chance to audition. he can respect that. ]
It’s not been great lately, [ confessed without guile, arid and exhaustive. “now what” is a question that’s been plaguing him in a far grander sense than this one conversation, this one exchange… but he thinks he’s getting a better idea of how to navigate this one. ]
You have a bad attitude and a worse… vibe, [ blunt, but vague. Vanitas has figured out this place’s supernatural elements, it seems, but the terminology from one world to the next has been different in ways both inexplicable and a headache he doesn’t want on top of the hangover he’s still fighting. it’s easier to show… and so Getou lifts a hand, and the picture of the wall behind it splits like an invisible blade had cut through the air. ]
[ it stretches open like a violated wound, blackness spilling from it in miasmic whisps as a fly-like creature emerges, fluttering wings and confused, curled eyes, hovering in the air as the interdimensional slice heals itself, three beings now existing in the room. by all technicality, it’s a spirit, a ghost; the resort’s supranatural meddling has made it visible even to those who wouldn’t have once been able to see it… but he doubts that’s the case here. ]
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It’s not been great lately, [ confessed without guile, arid and exhaustive. “now what” is a question that’s been plaguing him in a far grander sense than this one conversation, this one exchange… but he thinks he’s getting a better idea of how to navigate this one. ]
You have a bad attitude and a worse… vibe, [ blunt, but vague. Vanitas has figured out this place’s supernatural elements, it seems, but the terminology from one world to the next has been different in ways both inexplicable and a headache he doesn’t want on top of the hangover he’s still fighting. it’s easier to show… and so Getou lifts a hand, and the picture of the wall behind it splits like an invisible blade had cut through the air. ]
[ it stretches open like a violated wound, blackness spilling from it in miasmic whisps as a fly-like creature emerges, fluttering wings and confused, curled eyes, hovering in the air as the interdimensional slice heals itself, three beings now existing in the room. by all technicality, it’s a spirit, a ghost; the resort’s supranatural meddling has made it visible even to those who wouldn’t have once been able to see it… but he doubts that’s the case here. ]
I thought maybe we had that in common.