[ His too similarly press into his eyes, but certainly nothing as bad as her. He props the door open, and grabs the cadaver table on wheels and brings it to her side. ]
[ He goes to head back to the comfort of the forensic morgue, but hesitates.. ]
Hosaka…? are you
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Ah... yes..
Just a moment...
[Her gaze drifts up to the voice, she's tired and the bag under her eye only seems be getting worse..
She stands and unlocks the door from her end... exhaling and letting her shoulders droop as she pulls the door open.... ]
you motion for me to lean closer. so, i do. you can't speak, but i see your lips moving with muted words. and you mouth the words to me– “kill me,” you say. over and over again. “kill me. KILL ME.”
[ It’s early in the morning, or late at night on the fifth floor of the Academy. The only students left in the building are try-hards, those who missed important assignments needing cram time, and a handful of scientist students. ]
[ This included the duo forensic
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pathologist and his sister ultimate mortician. ]
[ @UltiMortician was probably the person 🦴 s knew the most, which is to say, he knows her very little. ]
[ They’ve spoken before, pertaining to their aligning jobs, but nothing more than exchanged words where he kept his
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head down with hushed words. ]
[ His hesitant knock echoed through the schools mediocre mortuary, connected to his forensic lab by a mutually locked door. ]
m… miss. Riko, I’ve another body ready to be embalmed.
[ He speaks through the perforated window into the darkness. ]