▌♚ mourniingdove

“Well it’s like I said, Suzuya-kun, I don’t really remember.” Lies, all lies. “I know he was there when I woke up. He’d bought medicine, but for some reason he was doing pushups out on my balcony? He got to around 8,000 before he collapsed, it was impressive.”

♚ —— ❛ EI-EIGHT THOUSAND ? _{Are you serious ? No 
wonder Amon-san is so tall & bara ! Him must’ve been doing push-ups all
night, then ! Though personally I think he should’ve just gone to bed. I
mean, its not like you wouldn’t spare him a little space on your’s, right ?❜}

▌♚ mourniingdove

“I appreciate the concern, but there’s nothing really wrong with my eyes. They’ve been like this my entire life. Besides, it freaks people out. Look-”

She holds up her index finger and focuses intently on it. One eye is staring at it normally, but the other drifts to the inner corner. She’s got to rub her eyes after a second of that, though.

♚ —— ❛ OH…OKAY, SINCE THAT’S _{out of the way, 
what exactly happened when you got drunk anyway ? You didn’t accidentally
try to kill Amon-san, did you ? Or did you fall off the stairs ? Did you steal
anything ? Did you have a headache afterwards or did someone give you meds ?❜}

▌♚ mourniingdove

“No idea. I don’t remember, Suzuya-kun. I was drunk, you see?”

She’s kidding around with him, and the little smile she gives is evidence of that. But it’s a half-truth, at least. She mostly remembers how embarrassed Amon had been upon retelling the events.

♚ —— ❛ BUT AMON-SAN KNOWS, _{right ? We could
                    ask him ! But before that, you should go to the hospital.
                    There might be something seriously wrong with your eyes ! ❜}

▌♚ mourniingdove

“Five. I can see just fine, my eyes just go out of focus once in a while. No, I haven’t been drinking, I’m not so sure why everyone thinks I do? That was one time and I told Amon to keep it a goddamn secret.”

♚ —— ❛ WELL, I’VE HEARD _{that only drunk people 
                    see double so I thought…never mind    what happened
                     with Amon & why was it supposed to be a secret ? ❜}

▌♚ mourniingdove

“Ah.” So she was looking at the wrong Juuzou. Well, that solves that.

“Sorry. My eyes are kind of weird, I was seeing double and I wasn’t sure which one of you was real.”

♚ —— ❛ YOU CAN’T SEE ? _{How many fingers 
                     am I holding up right now ? You can do it… wait,
                     have you been drinking ? ❜}

▌♚ mourniingdove

“Hrmm.”

Her vision’s out of focus again. Great, because just seeing one of everybody wasn’t bad enough.

♚ —— ❛ MADO, I’M OVER HERE. _{What are you 
                    looking at over there ? ❜} 

▌♚ mourniingdove

She had to get fresh air somehow. The cloud of gloom that had settled over the CCG today was suffocating her. There were times when Akira had a hard time realizing that not everyone could hide their emotions as well as she could; not everyone could keep on living their lives in place of those who could not. This was one of those times.

“My father wouldn’t want me to.”

Leaning over the railing, she watches the city below. She has to wonder how many people are going to visit their fathers. How many people don’t want to? How many people, like herself, can’t?

“You don’t mind me being up here, do you? I won’t make you talk to me.”

♚ —— HE STARED AT _{her for a minute, before nodding
slowly in acknowledgement of her response. He had never seen much
of her famed, late father. But from what he had heard, he was genius
with intuition only matched by his own daughter. & that he had lost
his marbles. He momentarily wondered if it would be appropriate to
tell her, his reverie cut off by her words. He found it amusing that she 
didn’t want to bother him. A chuckle fell from his lips, accompanied by 
a shake of his ( albino ) crown.}

      ❛ –— I GUESS YOU CAN STAY, _{for a while.  
                    & I don’t mind talking if that’s what you want to do.  ❜}

(Source: juzoic-blog)

                                 ▌♚ mourniingdove

♚ —— IT TOOK HIM A _{moment to notice the presence
beside him as he sat on the railings on the rooftop terrace. The day
had been quite mundane, though the night seemed to fall quickly.
Some of the investigators left early, saying that they had to visit their
fathers. He momentarily wondered if he should visit Shinohara, who
was after all, the only one who was like a father figure to him, only to 
be reminded with a dull ache in his chest that the man was still in the 
hospital comatose. But at least there was a ( chance ) that he’d wake  
up someday. Crimson optics flickered towards the woman beside him,
vocables spilling out carelessly, as he was reminded of how alike their
predicaments were      they were both left to spend the day alone.}

       ❛ –— YOU COULD _{just go home,  
                          you know…  ❜}