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♞ 002 | Control is not his strong suit
Apr. 24th, 2011 12:02 am| Audio |
[ Shinjiro has kept himself locked away in his room for the past day, alternately pacing, growling, and throwing random tantrums that ended with cartons of milk strewn about his room from the closet and other similar refuse of vain attempts at slaking his hunger.
He's kept calm simply by reminding himself this was all the mansion, as Arisato had told him, this was someone's memory, and it would all be over.
...but when? He doesn't know how much longer he can take this.
When he speaks, there's a low, inhuman growl behind his words. ]
It's one of those event things, right? How the fuck long do they last, anyway?
[ Shinjiro has kept himself locked away in his room for the past day, alternately pacing, growling, and throwing random tantrums that ended with cartons of milk strewn about his room from the closet and other similar refuse of vain attempts at slaking his hunger.
He's kept calm simply by reminding himself this was all the mansion, as Arisato had told him, this was someone's memory, and it would all be over.
...but when? He doesn't know how much longer he can take this.
When he speaks, there's a low, inhuman growl behind his words. ]
It's one of those event things, right? How the fuck long do they last, anyway?
