[ None of their classmates seem to be around, which Eito counts as a blessing. At this hour, they're probably concentrated in the cafeteria for breakfast.
The second Takumi grasps his sleeve, Eito almost jerks away, his first instinct being to recoil as though he's been burned. It takes no small amount of effort to keep from doing so, but given what he's about to ask Takumi to help with in the infirmary, this bare minimum level of closeness should be nothing. Should be.
Though his body visibly stiffens, when Eito responds, his tone is airy and light, as casual as ever. Is it just him, or does Takumi look even uglier than usual this morning? A rare lack of sleep, perhaps? ]
Oh, did I not mention it? We're investigating.
[ He remains cryptic not only to keep Takumi on his toes and watch him squirm, but in case he were to refuse the idea at the last minute. If he says it upfront, Takumi might say no, and then what? Eito could experiment on his own, but a full comprehension of what's going on with his soul would elude him if he has no one to compare his results with. He is not content to stand by and wait for this unpleasant, agonizingly empty feeling in his chest to dissipate on its own.
Before Takumi can protest, the door opens, and Eito moves to step inside. It's no surprise that the infirmary is just as creepy as it always is. Countless orange-red lights cast eerie, crimson shadows over their faces, painting a grim scene with an unsettling atmosphere. ]
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The second Takumi grasps his sleeve, Eito almost jerks away, his first instinct being to recoil as though he's been burned. It takes no small amount of effort to keep from doing so, but given what he's about to ask Takumi to help with in the infirmary, this bare minimum level of closeness should be nothing. Should be.
Though his body visibly stiffens, when Eito responds, his tone is airy and light, as casual as ever. Is it just him, or does Takumi look even uglier than usual this morning? A rare lack of sleep, perhaps? ]
Oh, did I not mention it? We're investigating.
[ He remains cryptic not only to keep Takumi on his toes and watch him squirm, but in case he were to refuse the idea at the last minute. If he says it upfront, Takumi might say no, and then what? Eito could experiment on his own, but a full comprehension of what's going on with his soul would elude him if he has no one to compare his results with. He is not content to stand by and wait for this unpleasant, agonizingly empty feeling in his chest to dissipate on its own.
Before Takumi can protest, the door opens, and Eito moves to step inside. It's no surprise that the infirmary is just as creepy as it always is. Countless orange-red lights cast eerie, crimson shadows over their faces, painting a grim scene with an unsettling atmosphere. ]