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Day Two: Chloroform. ⇆ㅤ ||◁ㅤ❚❚ㅤ▷||ㅤ ↻
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(Y/N)'s Perspective. Mocchi! that bastard! he told them about Wakasa?! i could really use some consolation right now, though sadly i was alone in my room. It was yesterday when Kokonoi brought up the thing with Imaushi, but i can still feel his cold and serious stare shooting bullets to the side of my skull.
now, i sat in the corner of my bed, eyeing the scorching flames of the scented candle Kakucho had brought as a present earlier that sat on top of my bed drawer. it smells of musk, reminding me of a naïve little deer in the middle of a forest surrounded by predators under the gray clouds of the spring night. what an irony.
i moved closer to it, reading the wordings written in the sticker outside its glass.
"odeur de masculinité." is what the candle is called.
cringe.
i sighed and dropped my back to the bed, now i stare on my mirror ceiling, watching my own bored reflection sway and freeze under it. "i wanna do something!" i groaned and pulled the blankets over my chest before closing my eyes to calm my breathing.
the door of my temporary prison room unlocked, two unharmonized footsteps entered, light and sharp. i scoffed at the recognition, not needing the help of my sight to know who they are.
