Snippet #1985647

Haru
Someone was talking to him. Someone was talking to him. A girl, actually. Miyuki. Haru was jerked from his deep thought. Slightly stunned, he mumbled, “Huh…?” He heard his sister’s sarcastic voice in his head just then, as though she were there and actually speaking to him. Now Haru, when someone speaks to you, you usually respond. Did you know that? His large green eyes quickly fixed on the girl. He wasn’t used to people talking to him. So, he blinked a couple times, then stuttered quickly, “Ah… lonely? No, I’m just…” he shook his head and gestured to the empty seat next to him. “Take a seat if you wish. I’m afraid you caught me in the middle of some deep thought. Just trying to entertain myself, that’s all.” He didn’t dare go into detail about the Dia-cube. That would be too embarassing.

“So,” he said, trying to break the ice. As aforementioned, he wasn’t too smooth around others. “What’s up in your world?”

Shikeio
His hands shook as he wiped the scrape. It wasn’t even bleeding a lot. Barely, actually. Just a speck or two. What. Was. His. Deal? Stress. Yeah. Stress. That was it. Yeah. He took a deep breath and wiped it a few times. Satisfied, he couldn’t help but force that lazy smile of his at Amaya’s half-assed threat. He was used to it. She was just easily pissed. But his goofy dispostition vanished as she told him about the attack. Intruder? Fast? He handed the damp hanky back to her.

“Well, if you think it’s the right thing to do. It could have been, you know, a bear on steroids or something,” he joked half-heartedly. “Sounds pretty spooky to me. Yeah, I guess you’re right. If it’s a vamp gone bugfuck or something, it’s probably one of his charges.”