@somnialsuicide slowly a hand creeps out, body crawling from under the bed, until long threads of black, damp hair can be seen. only one eye visible, pitch dark, staring. ‘ uu... uu... ’
‘ denji... uuu. alive? uuu... denji. ’ whispering closer to his ear, stroking his head as if her were a cute little animal. ‘ uu... denji. ’ cheek rubbing against his cheek, ice-cold skin pressing firmly with his. ‘ hot? uuu... ’
‘ denji. ’ she echoes his name almost kindly. poor, poor denji, had just gotten himself into a whole mess. in the blink of an eye, she's gone. momentarily only. something weighs on his back, body pressing as she hugs him from behind. ‘ uu... deni. uu... ’
pressing his back against the door. skin taut over his knuckles before it reaches out to close the gap between him and her head til it's inches away from it. “ duh . . denji ? ”
the comfort that warm body brings is enough to appease the ghost. cheek now pressing atop his head, rubbing against it. then, a familiar word comes out. ‘ name? name... uuu... itadori? you? uu... sadako. ’ for once, it seems she understood.
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❨ bewildered when she's out of sight 、but the weight at his back confirms his testing and prodding ; he's stuck with this apparition until he can figure out how to exorcise it. Great. He also notices the weird speech 、maybe
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she doesn't seem to understand him quite well, as for each step he takes back, she crawls forward. ‘ uuu... hot? make? uuu... ’ suddenly, she stops, sitting on the floor in front of him and looking up, tilting her head. ‘ name? ’
even if it's a chick, the whole thing is creepy enough to make him take a step back, and then another, until his hand's wrapped around the bathroom doorknob. “ i'm warnin' ya, the only reason yer alive is cuz i don't kill hot chicks, but i can totally make an expection ! ”
‘ uu... you? uu... doin' ’ she repeats his words, big dark eyes staring and barely blinking. her body now crawling towards him, sloooowly. ‘ uu... you? ’
‘ spirit? ’ head tilt, her movements too fast it's easy to miss her within each blink. she's back to cling to his body, hugging him from behind. ‘ little gone! itadori spirit? uuu... you receive? ’ although she's learning more words faster, she doesn't
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Hm.
❨ staring through a hooded glance 、assessing the damage but it's not clear if there really is any. Her lack of fear speaks volumes 、and he takes a few steps to see if she'll honor the distance or follow. ❩
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@somnialsuicide there's not much to be seen inside; another long silence remains. this time, fingers are tapping the floor under the bed. tap, tap, tap, tap, tap...