#lethal host

ITS FINISHED.

[There was some talk about someone breaking into the Medical Ward, but what would he have anything to do in there? Just seemed like a lucky coincidence. There was another rumor that sprung up more recently about him being murdered. That one seemed much more likely.]

[At first, nobody really noticed the disappearence, a breath of fresh air waltzing over the place. It was nice not to be bothered by some foul-mouthed lucky criminal, but after a week, it becomes noticeable and almost concerning.]

[Where did he go? Where has he been?]

Maneki’s eyes are wide and teary. It’s clear to Bones that he’s trying to stop himself from crying, but it’s to little avail, as their sniffling only worsens upon making eye contact with Bones. He can feel their chest heave against his back, sounding somehow even more wheezy than it was a week ago. He can feel their throat crackle just from breathing alone, Maneki having to inhale noticeably deeply just to get enough air in their system. They can’t seem to mask it anymore, either.

Their hands tremble against his waist, burying their head further into his shoulder. Bones’ disappearance clearly affected them a lot — much more than he had expected it to. He was expecting them to have fallen back into their mysterious persona upon Bones’ disappearance, quickly pulling away from him in a plea to not get hurt, just as Bones did to them. But this… this was the last reaction he was expecting from the Enigma. It feels so… distinctly uncharacteristic, and yet just like them all at the same time. Is this who Maneki truly is underneath all those walls?

— @tongue-tiedenigma 🪭

[Bones didn't have much to offer in the way of comfort. He quickly spun around in his chair to face Maneki. He knew Maneki cared, far more than they probably should, but he didn't realize how much they did. All of this felt so wrong in every way possible. His hands didn't know what to do until they were suddenly planted onto Maneki's cheeks. He thumbed away at the tears, trying to help the crying. His mind was much more focused on the tears than the breathing, though in his subconscious he did take note of it.]

[He opened and closed his mouth multiple times trying to speak, but nothing ever came out. He was fumbling to find the words to say. He had to say something, didn't he? He finally opened his mouth again after a long moment.]

🦴 # ゛I- It's okay, I'm... I'm back. 𓏼

[He assumed they were upset about the same thing everyone else was. He went entirely missing for about a week, and it seemed so strange that so many people cared. He wasn't sure they actually cared about him more than they cared about knowing, but he didn't dwell on it for long.]

I got pissed at this anti gay seminar my school was doing so I drew them bc my friend said so

Ignore my inability to draw cats 🥹

yk that knife I said he smuggled in? yeah

p.s. i dont know how to draw blood this was a very futile attempt