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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HM. OMINOUS.

[contrarianism]

[ and here's natsume, who's in a corner of the rec room as well, idly playing the video games on the wii and filling his name on all the high score sheets if possible. it's nice to have a distraction when you have a voice in your head just. nagging at you about all the unanswered questions from the war, about his senpais, and the mysteries of this entire camp.

it would have driven him to insanity without the distractions.

he's also painfully aware about the fact that it is thursday night, and if experience is anything to go by, something is going to happen. his card readings have been ominous about it all week, too.

so it's still relatively early, before curfew hits, and when he wanders over to the kitchen from the rec room, he blinks in surprise.

hm.

he would have thought that mitsuru would have left earlier, since mitsuru had also left the rec room earlier than he did. ]

Good NIGHT... ♪ [ and then he crosses over to the fridge to poke around in it.

what, he can be civil too. ]