Hmm? You've heard it all before? Then why are you struggling with it? This really should be easy for you, Miss Top Percent. Ah, do your best.
[It's not sharp or pointed. It's too cruel to be; the proud, warm earnest tone of a teacher encouraging an insecure but bright student and then... underneath it, that same, empty, hollow onlooking amusement. There's nothing underneath.
There's no reply, but the doorknob... as she rotates it there's an unlocking sensation, as well as a sort of cracking sensation, like if you twist something too far and it fractures a little in warning, or if the entire thing had been coated in old dry paint arresting movement. It opens, as someone on the other side pulls it open, stopping to look down with some small consternation at the massive quantities of blood that have just washed over their shoes and across the blue wireframe carpet behind them.]
Umm... Err...
[It's... Shin Tsukimi? Seventeen years old and with blue scarf. He blinks, and then visibly seems to rally despite the strangeness of the situation.]
Hello? S-sorry to interrupt, I heard voices... I think I've gotten lost. Can you help me?
[He's glancing between Sara and the silhouette with equal uncertainty, the latter like he's having difficulty seeing anything there, or his gaze just wants to slide off it. The silhouette doesn't appear to acknowledge him, just widens it's grin.]
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Date: 2022-01-20 10:40 pm (UTC)[It's not sharp or pointed. It's too cruel to be; the proud, warm earnest tone of a teacher encouraging an insecure but bright student and then... underneath it, that same, empty, hollow onlooking amusement. There's nothing underneath.
There's no reply, but the doorknob... as she rotates it there's an unlocking sensation, as well as a sort of cracking sensation, like if you twist something too far and it fractures a little in warning, or if the entire thing had been coated in old dry paint arresting movement. It opens, as someone on the other side pulls it open, stopping to look down with some small consternation at the massive quantities of blood that have just washed over their shoes and across the blue wireframe carpet behind them.]
Umm... Err...
[It's... Shin Tsukimi? Seventeen years old and with blue scarf. He blinks, and then visibly seems to rally despite the strangeness of the situation.]
Hello? S-sorry to interrupt, I heard voices... I think I've gotten lost. Can you help me?
[He's glancing between Sara and the silhouette with equal uncertainty, the latter like he's having difficulty seeing anything there, or his gaze just wants to slide off it. The silhouette doesn't appear to acknowledge him, just widens it's grin.]
Oh? This'll be interesting.