[ Michiru ]

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                      Oh, so that’s how it is. The ghost is seemingly starting to communicate with the living. A nice improvement it is in the singularity’s eyes. After all, Hana truly semed like she was withdrawn and would rather talk to no one at all.

                     The smile came on her face, it looking almost motherly. Michiru felt like she should work harder on her goals. “They will be, I assure you. I have seen no black rings around their neck. They will at least live to see another month,” she said, glancing at the construction site not far away from the duo before averting her gaze back to her conversation partner.

                 { ✘♟✘ }

Bewilderment at the statement
isn’t clear at first, as throwaway
information is missed, then
barely (just barely) caught by
her unsteady fingertips. Really,
if the statement hadn’t been
snagged on a rough nail, she
never would have noticed   
merely going back to mundane
conversation characteristic
of herself. 

                                                ❝ Rings, wha…t? ❞ disbelief
                                                is impartial in her stare, jaw
                                                hastening to bring itself to
                                                normal settings as it hangs
                                                low. Lips, dry and crackly
                                                and the same as ever,
                                                finally manage to stop their
                                                ludicrous parting in order to
                                                utter their next words; ❝ I,
                                                um, uh…don’t
                                                understand… ❞