#superciilious

By the time the two boys made their exit from the dance, it was already well into the night. They're vampires, that much is undeniable truth. Walking around in the dead of night should be as natural as breathing to them. Yuma found it difficult to accustom himself to; difficult to simply wander in the dead of night like lurking monsters. Monsters... yeah. That's right. Monsters weren't very well appreciated here on the islands-- even less so considering the lack of a proper escape. In a macabre sense, Jabberwock Islands simply became another orphanage. Another prison.

He hated it. Yuma, despite finding some lights in the tunnel, felt trapped once more. Trapped... with his brothers once more.

"S'this one," Yuma blurts out. Room #179. Ruki's room. It felt.. a little dirty to him. To purposefully separate a would-be tight-knit family in a setting such as this...

"Y'think he's sleepin'?" ... Better idea. Absently, Yuma's knuckle knocks on the door's body. "Y'got th'more annoyin' voice, you call for 'im. If he don't open, I'm breakin' it down."

Today could have been called a few things. Lonely. Traumatic. Mami can feel herself slipping bit by bit. If she doesn't do something soon, she's in danger of putting herself and others in danger. And so, Mami Tomoe reaches out to the only person she knows is likely to help her given the situation at hand.

To: Mukami-sama From: Mami Tomoe

A pause. Mami's fingers hover over the keypad of the Monomessenger nervously. Punching in the message quickly, Mami closed her eyes tightly before hitting 'send'.

                Taking a small detour out of the hotel, the wandering eyes of the dark-haired boy found a cabin. He blinks a couple of times as he stares at the cabin before making his way into it, only to reveal a rather large room. He’s sort of seen a room similar to this, though he isn’t really well-versed with events that may happen in here, so it’s a shame he probably won’t use it. That didn’t matter though. Finding the kitchen was quite the victory for him, though!

                Well… Walking around on an island for quite some time isn’t really appealing to Azusa. The heat isn’t pleasant to him either, to add. With a frown, he wipes his forehead, and stumbles his way into the closest building for some shade. The pain is alright, though personally being weak to heat has its downsides! He could’ve sworn he was seeing a mirage or something in the sand a few moments ago… Maybe?

                Despite that, he allows the chill air to cool himself, with a small hum he looks up at the room he’s in. His eyes take notice of the countless shelves of books, more books, and lots of books...! This island has a library? Something he didn’t expect, but maybe there are those that would enjoy such a room. Actually, he knows one person that’d definitely enjoy this quiet atmosphere. He perks up at an individual who is returning a book to its original location.

                Azusa watches for a short time before approaching- he isn’t outside so this definitely can’t be a mirage, right? A small voice calls out to him, “Ah… Ruki… You came here too..? Hehe, I’m glad… I don’t think I’m seeing things either, right Justin…?”

It took a great deal of Mami's will to leave the infirmary this second time. Positive that people would hate her for what happened during the trial, she'd cowered away until she could no longer hide. Even if people hated her, she had a job to do. Who else would uphold justice? Even she, in her pathetic form, could do her best to stop the others from fighting and killing. If they just stopped, things could turn out okay. Why, then, did so many people kill? What was the point?

In an effort to distract herself from there questions, Mami sought refuge in the library. Hidden between the quiet rows of books, she could research new recipes for meals she could make. With enough good food and kind words, perhaps she could lessen the stain she'd left after the trial. And so it was that Mami Tomoe walked from row to row in silence - assured that she was alone. That was, of course, until she came to a row that housed the cooking books. Somewhere between Easy Meals In 30 Minutes and Homestyle Happiness stood a boy she hadn't seen before.

While Mami might have approached him, he gave off an aura that she wasn't quite sure how to place. The closest she could come would be intimidation. In the span of two breaths, Mami had resolved to leave him alone. However, perched above his head was the exact book she'd been looking for - a collection of recipes for baking. There was a certain orange who would be getting more than a few apology cakes and how could she give him two of the same type? She simply couldn't.

As quietly as she could, Mami stepped closer to the male and reached out for the book in question. Shelved too far for her to reach with ease, Mami suppressed a grunt of effort as her fingertips grazed it's spine. With some clever manuvering, though, Mami was able to hook her fingernail into the spine and slowly drag it forward. She might have even been proud of herself until the book teetered too far toward the male. Before she could stop it, it hit him square on the head before bouncing off his shoulder and landing with a resounding thud. Oh dear.