sheepinwolfclothing

[The voice is male, but sounds very young, and very shaky. He's using voice instead of text because his hands are too shaky to type properly, and he doesn't want to try talking to Shizuo of all people, embarrassed to fall apart before the man from home.

So here he is, calling a woman he doesn't even know, who he's only spoken to once, kneeling on a bathroom floor at Shizuo's, the taste of vomit in his mouth and his head aching and his entire body in pain from a combination of old injuries and a tension that's been going on so long he feels like he'll never be free of it.

His throat is scratchy, he coughs before he manages to speak, and overall the beginning of the transmission sounds like someone who can't quite seem to muster up the ability to speak, rustling and making little awkward noises before he manages to get it out.]

Please, I know we only spoke once, but I need to speak to someone and-

[And what? What can he say? What is he supposed to say, in this moment, the images from the video seared into his brain and refusing to leave, his mouth full of bile and his head fuzzy, his small body shuddering as he kneels on the floor? What all is there to say? But he has to say something, doesn't he?

Can he really lock this away with everything else and still move?]

My friend. My friend is- no, was - in the mall.

[Directly following his failed conversation with Kenpachi, Masaomi finds himself sprawled out on the rocky ground, too drained to say anything more to the man who made him so angry and too pathetic to trudge back to Fallingwater. His life has been spiraling out of control since long before his arrival in Adstringendum, but it's these acute reminders that leave him feeling so undeniably helpless and alone.

Mikado is here. He's here in Adstring, and Masaomi is such an overflowing mess that he can't even properly greet his best friend. Mikado saw him die before he even knew he was here. How is he supposed to deal with that?

He can't.

His PCD beeps, some new message on the network that he doesn't care about. He doesn't look. But remembering he still has his PCD reminds him of an offer he received not too long ago. Slowly, carefully, Masaomi dials for Ruby.

-And doesn't say anything.]

[ Shizuo's gone so she's not sure who else to turn to right now. The ritual went wrong in all the worst ways and going back to the Temple wasn't an option. ]

Can I stay at your place for the night?

Voice , backdated to 26th

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