inbox 👁️ [ic]

[usarinpa]

you know what to do.

👁️ action

👁️ charm ↓ ⇁ voice ⇁ video ⇁ text* * voice-to-text

👁️ delivery

👁️ overflow

Comments

[parasaito]

Are you, really? I don't hear your voice.

[Deadpan.]

You mean in another life where you didn't kill me?

[usarinpa]

[ There is a long pause, and it almost works. Her finger hovers over the button, but she shakes her head. Is she being cowardly, or smart? It's hard to see the difference right now. ]

among other things.

[parasaito]

[Oh no, so his smooth voice and manipulation skills aren't working on her this time? Her skin has thickened a good deal since his impersonation was exposed, he'll give her that much.

The video feed that remained open, previously stationary on the portrait of the late cat as though forgotten, now moves as he walks across the room. Although small, this new house sure is a breath of fresh air, and much quieter than the rooms at the inn. She can probably even hear his footsteps against the floor as he approaches a small table where a few objects she certainly is familiar with lie: the knife that was used as the murder weapon, the Evolver along with some rounds, his parchment and... Date's police ID.]

... You know, friends don't keep trivial secrets from each other like this.

[usarinpa]

[ ...Ah. So he still has the knife. She kind of regrets not taking it with her now, though she really wasn't thinking straight that night in the forest. She is tilting her head curiously at the police badge... What could he have been doing with that? Well, besides sullying Date's name here. ]

what secrets? and why do you have that?

[parasaito]

You tell me. You're the one not being very honest here. How am I supposed to become a better friend if you're not very clear about what these "other things" are?

[The camera will then zoom in on the photograph on the badge.]

Oh, this? Well, it has my face on it. Why should I not have it?

[Never mind the name underneath his face isn't his? But who cares?]