Seventy-Fifth Cross [Accidental Video]

[doesntdie]

BZZZT!

[Weird thing is, it's been just barely over two weeks since he last used it. He's still covered in blood, the dark previously-liquid substance dried and somewhat caking from his skin, completely soaked into his clothes. Because he did not actually go home until today.

A shaky hand grabs the device and he looks at it, blood red eyes staring at the device, as if he didn't see it at all.

Barely a few seconds later, his eyes narrow and his lips purse together and turn into a small scowl.]

Ow.

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[ys-cant-die.livejournal.com]

[Or that. Time doesn't seem to be making much sense to him either. He just shakes his head at Satoko--no, he's not going to disturb her--and goes to sit down... on the floor because he'll mess up a chair if he sits on it.]

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[princessofmoe.livejournal.com]

[After filling up the bathtub, Rika appeared in the doorway, holding a wet rag in her hands.

She walks over to Cecil and kneels down on the floor, holding out the rag to wipe off his face.]

...Cecil, you should use a chair.

[She'd rather have him sit on the chair and mess it up. They could clean it later.]

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[waiting4niinii.livejournal.com]

You should take Rika's advice Cecil-san. It's bad manners to eat from the floor.

[After warming something up, Satoko grabs a plate and adds the finishing touches.]

It's almost done, you should wash your hands and face at least.

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[ys-cant-die.livejournal.com]

[Bad manners. He almost laughs, but just nods and takes the rag, rubbing it against his face. He's not doing a good job wiping off the blood but he's cleared enough from his eyes and mouth that he can't taste or see it as much. Handing the cloth back to Rika, he stands and slides into a seat.]

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[princessofmoe.livejournal.com]

Thank you, Satoko...

[Sighing, Rika follows Cecil to his seat, just to clean off his face a little more with the rag. She'll have to save her questions for him until after he rests up. Such a lucky boy has two girls helping him...]

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[waiting4niinii.livejournal.com]

[No kidding, he's worst than Keiichi-san. After she's done, she hops down a stool (or chair) and brings a plate over to Cecil. Satoko nods to Rika.]

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[ys-cant-die.livejournal.com]

[Not his fault, sheesh. He just lets Rika wipe at his face until the food's brought over, then carefully picks up his fork and slowly begins to eat.

Slowly.]

Thank... you both...