[Naegi wouldn't say fuck. He's far too much of a sweetheart for that. And the lock on her door clicks when it shouldn't have, and that's not a sound her instincts will let her ignore, hysteria or not. It's as though the mania gathers up into a thick lump in her throat all at once, waiting for her to swallow it back down as she whirls to look at him standing there in her apartment, red-eyed and white-faced and blotchy in a way that no girl would ever want her boyfriend to see her look, fake or not.
There's something like a snake on her shoulders. That must be Hierophant again. Finger, foot, or tentacle prints.
She feels like an old rag that's been over-twisted trying to get all the moisture out of it. Wrung too tight. Grayed and limp and only barely functional. Nowhere close to decorative.]
Hello.
[Nobody's voice sounds right when it's recorded and played back on tape. That's how her own voice sounds to her now. Played-back. Unfamiliar.]
Is Hierophant-kun upset?
[It sounds stupid the instant it's out of her mouth. She feels a little stupid right now, really — sluggish, slow, incompetent. Everything she's never been able to be — gosh, she's really let herself go, hasn't she.]
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There's something like a snake on her shoulders. That must be Hierophant again. Finger, foot, or tentacle prints.
She feels like an old rag that's been over-twisted trying to get all the moisture out of it. Wrung too tight. Grayed and limp and only barely functional. Nowhere close to decorative.]
Hello.
[Nobody's voice sounds right when it's recorded and played back on tape. That's how her own voice sounds to her now. Played-back. Unfamiliar.]
Is Hierophant-kun upset?
[It sounds stupid the instant it's out of her mouth. She feels a little stupid right now, really — sluggish, slow, incompetent. Everything she's never been able to be — gosh, she's really let herself go, hasn't she.]