viktor,

@onesfault, how do you breathe? how do you keep the rise and fall of your chest?

[viktor, @hideandseethe]

https://t.co/43SyzGjF0H

[viktor, @hideandseethe]

I'll make them for us instead, how about you— get comfy, somewhere? I'll join you."

@onesfault.

[viktor, @hideandseethe]

Picks a leaf out of @onesfault's hair, letting the wind blow it away from his fingers. It's particularly windy today, cloudy with barely any sun since morning.

"Our laundry isn't going to dry anytime soon..."

[viktor, @hideandseethe]

thinks. As the door shuts behind them, he wishes that he'd feel a beating heart in his chest and the thrum of blood in his veins. He tries not to let it show on his face.

"...tea would be perfect," he repeats in a murmur underneath his breath. His hands are still cold. "I think

[viktor, @hideandseethe]

wind, and he snaps out of his thoughts. He's been standing still and just staring at their hands for a good few seconds.

"Sorry." He tugs her along. "It's cold today. It might take more than a few hours for them to dry."

@onesfault.

[viktor, @hideandseethe]

This is life, for him, all packed neatly into the body of a girl whose warmth is the first thing that bothered to welcome him back. This is life, in front of him, taking his cadaver-cold hand and brushing her hair back into place with her fingers.

Their laundry flaps in the

[viktor, @hideandseethe]

@onesfault than a few days. In this, he is certain.

Viktor offers his hand towards Kiku, stiff and cold like a corpse.

"We should head inside though," he nods. "Your hair is starting to look like a bird's nest."

[viktor, @hideandseethe]

@onesfault "It's not going to rain." He knows this because he can feel the weather rolling in like it's his sixth sense. The clouds are rolling in, but he doesn't taste rain when he sticks his tongue out. Tomorrow though, rain is certain to come— and it will overstay its welcome for more

[viktor, @hideandseethe]

// Account swapped. FUB free.

[viktor, @hideandseethe]

@manufactio Why is this kid planga plongo? You're looking around too now. Don't see any threats around.

[viktor, @hideandseethe]

Beeping. Somewhere. Inside your head?

[viktor, @hideandseethe]

@sicksickfate studying the face you're still staring at. How can someone's teeth be that straight, white, and seem like they're too many than what a man should have? It's uncanny. Do you look like that to humans?

AUDIO OUTPUT: And you don't look anything like them.

[viktor, @hideandseethe]

AUDIO OUTPUT: Are you one of them, then?

Your quest has taken you into the underbelly of a city, standing in narrow streets with towers reaching up into the sky as if they were fingers asking for help. The neon signs change color so quickly, it'd send someone weaker into a

[viktor, @hideandseethe]

@sicksickfate AUDIO OUTPUT: Faulty software.

The life within you urges you to look at the billboard a little longer. There is something that deeply unsettles it, and what it feels— you feel. There is a threat assessment pop-up on the edge of your vision. You ignore it for now in favor of

[viktor, @hideandseethe]

Your hands are twitching.

@frvesia.

[viktor, @hideandseethe]

Your hand flies to embed itself on the wall right beside @frvesia's head, the plaster underneath your fist crumbling— turning to dust. Cracks spiderwebs through the paint, some of them peeling off in chunks.

AUDIO OUTPUT: You. Were. In. My. 𝘞𝘢𝘺.

[viktor, @hideandseethe]

single mechanic you trust in this world to crack you open in that specific way— all but one.

AUDIO OUTPUT: R█cal█br█ting...

The tendrils slither away from your vision, clearing them of all that red you saw. You feel strangely hollow. Your cooling system is working overtime.