๐ฌxcitement might not be the best word for it, then ... ( * brief is her rumination, staged is her pondering finger against her cheek. ) maybe the right phrase is `maintaining your motivation` ?
Replying to @divinewlll
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Excitement is a ๐ฅ๐ช๐ด๐ต๐ณ๐ข๐ค๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ. What I do is refine. Every case, every detail โ ๐ฅ๐๐ง๐๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ค๐ฃ is the only variable worth pursuing. That is enough.
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( * though limp, she was light to carry. though cold, in rare occasion, she looked at ease. hair a slave to gravity as it is parted and pushed back to expose the signs of trauma. )
โ โ โ
โ โ โ ( โ โ for a ๐oment, he ๐ข๐ญ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ด๐ต freezes at the sight. wasn't it for the fact that her ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ was completely invisible to him, he would've approached the situation with a lot more calm.
โ โ โ he'd seen people ๐ie for much stupider things. โ โ )
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( * her hands snap forward, gripping his shoulders. a ๐hriek shot out of lungs which bounced relentlessly off of tiled walls; he fell for her ruse. a perfect ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฌ๐๐๐ซ๐. )
( * toiletries in disarray, stormโโswept in crime scene. center of a chaotic mural laid Light Yagami, the damage of slipping & striking the sinks corner shielded by sea of hair.
โ โ โ
โ โ โ . . .
โ โ โ . . .
โ โ โ ( โ โ his hand ๐ก๐จ๐ฏ๐๐ซ๐ฌ above the handle, his brow creasing.
โ โ โ but he only ๐esitates for a moment alone before attempting to open the door, and surprisingly, it was ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ค๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฅ. โ โ )
โ โ โ ๐ญ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต โโ- ึด ๐ค .แ
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( * still, ๐ป๐ผ ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐๐ฝ๐ผ๐ป๐๐ฒ. if he were to test the door, it'd be easy to see that it had been left unlocked the entire time. )
Replying to @SHINIGAMlNOME
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โ โ โ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญโchan.
( โ he repeats, more sternly. yet all that he can hear is the steady drip of water in the sink. โ )
โ โ โ i apologize in ๐๐๐ฏ๐๐ง๐๐, but if i hear no response, i'll ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ค๐ฆ the door open.
โ โ โ
( * there is ๐ป๐ผ ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐๐ฝ๐ผ๐ป๐๐ฒ at the other end & it grows increasingly unlikely there would be, should he continue to attempt to verbally seek her out. ๐ฑeafening is this silence that
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โ โ โ ( โ โ his ๐rin widens briefly before fading just as fast. the moment she moves away from the door, he slowly ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฉ๐ฌ to the ground and crawls ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, his eyes still on the dอoอoอrอ.
โ โ โ she's decided against calling for anyoอnอeอ.
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( * it's quiet out there yet still, this ๐๐ฟ๐ผ๐ป๐ดness persists in thick fog ... ... ... calling out a name is [๐๐]๐๐ฝ๐ถ๐ฑ. no, if she wants to [๐ฐ]in this, whatever this is, she'll
โ โ ( โ โ his ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฉ๐ฌ press into a thin line, as he tilts his head slowly, almost to an ๐nnatural angle. seemingly, he can sense her ๐neasiness across the door.
โ โ breath ๐ด๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด, movements ghostlyโโ-- he grins, also pressing his ear to the door. โ โ )
have to ... ... ...
... she pulls away from the door. & reaches underneath the sink. an unopened bottle of ๐hampoo held between both hands. & ... )











