#nomithered 04

He has to wait a minute for a response to come back from David. Satoru's still lying in bed, slumped into his pillows and willing away a headache brewing behind his eyes. There's a flyer pinned to his table by a half empty can of soda, brightly colored and announcing a bunch of events for the main wards.

( txt: david ) seems like it! it sounds pretty cool tbh

( txt: david ) i haven't decided on anything besides going down to the boardwalk and the beach

( txt: david ) we can go to the sugar plum dance or w/e if you want. i bet they have great food

There's another sticker sent, this time of a cat lying beside a half-eaten cake.

There's a sound looming just in the periphery of David's awareness, one he hasn't heard in such a long time. It starts as just a persistent hum that gets more distinct as the seconds pass, until -

It's a heartbeat. Or some vile mimicry of one. It flutters too quickly and erratically to be a human's heart, instead giving the impression of something struggling to free itself from a cocoon.

There's a smile that greets him when he turns, stretched on a stitched face that's painfully familiar. Mahito raises a hand to wave to him before he leans forward, humming softly.