019 [Voice/Action]

[fabrecation]

[On the evening of the 25th, one of the few days where he didn't find himself wearing a mask, he's sitting on the rail of the bridge near his apartment and staring up at the sky. Yes, it's scary, especially with how large and angry the moon looks right now. But he can't help staring, because he's contemplating something. He's pretty sure that it's not the moon getting larger, but coming closer. Maybe it seemed crazy and stupid, but... he can't get the idea out of his head. It's nearly Halloween, the day that terrified the whole of Luceti last year even though he was away for it. One scare tactic after another...

His journal is open by his side, recording the sound of crickets and the river flowing. Eventually, one might hear him speak up, too.]

What's got you so pissed off, anyway?

[It's the moon he's talking to, though he doesn't expect a response. After a few minutes, he turns to pick up his journal and write what he's contemplating about to a certain someone. It takes some work, but he's finally able to get a good filter.]

[Filtered to Asch // 100%]

Did you see the moon, too?

Comments

[UNFILTERED!]

[fabrecation]

[Yeah, the fact that his next response is unfiltered isn't because it's part of the strategy. He's legitimately horrified that Asch would bring that up, something that's still such a deep wound for him...

He makes a slight choked sound, angry and broken at the same time.]

Asch!

[He turns away, talking through his gritted teeth, fists clenched into the railing.]

Forget it. I'll talk to you later.

[And then the journal shuts. Screw this conversation. Maybe he'll even find somewhere else to stay for a while.]

[dissonates]