Murder Night - Week 2, Thursday

[killtheanimals]

[He'd spent the majority of his time in the rec room, drawing away in his booklet. That booklet is with him now, tucked under an arm - staff in the other.

The voice is getting unbearable in his head, and he's been regularly grinding the heel of his palm against his temple as though that may make it go away. Needless to say, it's an exercise in futility - the voice remains, giving the same question over and over and over and over and--

The kitchen. He'll go to the kitchen, he decides. A quick snack and then bed. Though at this point, he wonders if he'll be able to sleep with his thoughts a jumble in his head, that question spinning around and around over all other thoughts...]

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[killtheanimals]

[Please don't drown him.

Loathe as he is to admit it, another voice outside of his head is almost preferable at this point. Which is why, instead of carrying on with his own business as he may normally, he actually... engages in some small talk.]

I'll be here a bit longer. I was going to grab food first.

[contrarianism]

[ it's fine. mitsuru isn't the one who accidentally almost caused a total player kill, natsume won't drown him for that.

this week at least. ]

That makes two of us, APPARENTLY.

[ he's still poking around the fridge. there's some sweet treats and snacks that natsume takes out from the fridge to put on the countertop, before he moves swiftly and fluidly towards the tea cabinet. ]

Tea for YOU? I imagine we are all on edge RECENTLY.

[ his tone is genial, but if mitsuru looks closely enough he can probably tell that natsume also probably has had some problem sleeping and he looks tired as well. ]

[killtheanimals]

...I'll pass on the tea.

[No offense, but it's murdernight. He will, however, raid the fridge for some snacks as well - and yes, even grab some nonperishables for the rest of the cabin, ig.

He sets his booklet down as he settles into a seat.]

I suppose I should be grateful we aren't literally dying this time.