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[byallmeans]

Who: Whoever's passing by
When: Day 34, getting on toward night
Where: Just outside Apartment O
What: Lots of blood :|a

[A kid in yellow who's looking a bit unsteady on his feet has managed to rig a smallish lizagon to hang mostly upside-down from the top of their open door. He's bleeding it out into a cookpot, and by this point, he's leaning pretty heavily on the wall.]

Comments

[of_glory]

[can I judge you? I want to judge you right about now]

[pencilpremonition]

Hey did you see anybody carrying a bunch of notebooks?

[Really, really distressed.]

[dontloseyourhead]

Mitsuru-san? Are you alright? [Touches her ring, do you need healing]

[timeandagain]

What happened? Are you alright?

[liddellmisslost]

[roused from a nap by all the commotion :|b]

Mitsuru...? Do you need any healing?

[theshadowturnedhero]

...should I just follow you out when you go hunting?

[Judging. All of it.]

[metamorphiseme]

You might fall down before it does.

[hohosiscons]

[The nice things I come back to]

—What the fuck!?

[ibedeadpeople]

...Can you hear the sound of me judging you. [it actually sounds rather worried but shh]

[memoeries]

......

You do not look well, Mister Mitsuru.