[ a blood-curdling screech, and the call ends with an alarming clatter and the horrid gurgle and crack of his phone slamming into the half-filled tub.
when and if Katsura makes it into the bathroom of 1411, he'll come across a bloody, horrid mess, an image out of a man's worst nightmare. red is spattered across the floor, soaking a little into the cute little bathmats, staining the water in the tub a gut-churning arterial crimson and splashed all across the showercurtains. it may smell a little odd, more like tomatoes than blood, but that's just an illusion, promise, it totally isn't tomato juice. (it totally is.)
a geta floats abandoned and forlorn in the red water.
somewhere down the street, sakamoto tatsuma is on a nice evening stroll, out to buy take-out and maybe some nice flowers to give to katsura as a make-up gift later on. ]
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[ a blood-curdling screech, and the call ends with an alarming clatter and the horrid gurgle and crack of his phone slamming into the half-filled tub.
when and if Katsura makes it into the bathroom of 1411, he'll come across a bloody, horrid mess, an image out of a man's worst nightmare. red is spattered across the floor, soaking a little into the cute little bathmats, staining the water in the tub a gut-churning arterial crimson and splashed all across the showercurtains. it may smell a little odd, more like tomatoes than blood, but that's just an illusion, promise, it totally isn't tomato juice. (it totally is.)
a geta floats abandoned and forlorn in the red water.
somewhere down the street, sakamoto tatsuma is on a nice evening stroll, out to buy take-out and maybe some nice flowers to give to katsura as a make-up gift later on. ]