IC INBOX

[syncintohell]

[ There's a long pause, like someone isn't sure if his mailbox is recording yet. But there's two taps against the speaker, making sure it's on, and then a voice pronounces crisply: ]

This is Itsuki Shu. Do leave a message.

Comments

[syckophant]

[Eichi just laughs, honestly. That's the best part about all of this! Shu's frustration!

He goes to the door when the pounding starts up, meeting him there on his own.]

Mmmh~ And so here you are. Come in, come in!

[syncintohell]

There is no reason for you to sound pleased to see me.

[ He strides right on in the moment he's invited though, LET'S GET THIS OVER WITH. ]

[syckophant]

I'm always pleased to see you.

[Eichi closes the door behind him when he comes in, leading Shu to his room in short order, where Fox is being kept.]

[artisticliberty]

[fox is sitting in a corner on the floor, slumped against the wall at an odd angle in order to relieve pressure on his injured hip. blood has soaked through his kimono on that side but doesn't appear to be fresh. his expression is vacant, almost hollow, and he looks exhausted, bags under his eyes and his skin pale... no, white. white as in monochromatic. there's very little color left on him at this point, the sofaform disorder having started to take hold.

but when shu enters he notices, his eyes moving before his head slowly lifts]

... Shu...? Is that... truly you?

[syncintohell]

—Brute! What have you done to him?!

[ the contract drops from his hand in his haste to get to Fox's side. He kneels before him, examining the injury best he can without touching him for fear of exacerbating it

To fox, quiet and urgent: ]

Yes. I have come for you; soon I will take you home again and you will be free of his clutches.