[It's been maybe an hour since Junpei looked out the window half-asleep and asked why the moon is fucked up. He wonders still now why the moon is fucked up, what could possibly be wrong with this city now— but at least he has a hasty breakfast in him to wake him up, now.
It's kind of like a horrible reverse callback to the last time they held hands and wandered around to investigate the state of the city; Junpei has no confessions to make this time, and the giant, (again) fucked up moon in the sky watching them is far more oppressive than the weird attitude of the locals the time before.
He's looking around, wondering where everyone is, trying to ignore the unsettling sounds that seem to be following them.]
I don't know, [he says, and he means it; is it safer at home? Not that the lights being on would be safer if weird things are still out making creepy noises, but...] Eventually, yeah, Gab's home.
[It hasn't occurred to him yet that they won't be staying home, so this is about half of a bit; Gab is asleep in the dark under his coffee table, as always. Will Junpei have to put him in a backpack, too? Time will tell.]
welcome home
It's kind of like a horrible reverse callback to the last time they held hands and wandered around to investigate the state of the city; Junpei has no confessions to make this time, and the giant, (again) fucked up moon in the sky watching them is far more oppressive than the weird attitude of the locals the time before.
He's looking around, wondering where everyone is, trying to ignore the unsettling sounds that seem to be following them.]
I don't know, [he says, and he means it; is it safer at home? Not that the lights being on would be safer if weird things are still out making creepy noises, but...] Eventually, yeah, Gab's home.
[It hasn't occurred to him yet that they won't be staying home, so this is about half of a bit; Gab is asleep in the dark under his coffee table, as always. Will Junpei have to put him in a backpack, too? Time will tell.]
So, uh, what's that noise? The... slithering?