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discedo2012-09-30 05:39 pm
then_there_were_none) wrote in discedo2012-09-30 05:39 pm
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Fifty-Eight Coins--[Audio and Text]
[There’s no handy video today.
That flat, monotonic way Flandre’s mumbling the words out is another sign of things being…not quite right.]
Cube hasn’t come back from work yet. Is he lost? Is he stuck somewhere? Cube, where are you?
[Her voice briefly rises, plaintive.]
Cube?
[Flandre can’t find the number of his communicator, or else she would have contacted it directly.
The little vampire knew what that meant. She knew, and didn’t want to; this was one of the few moments where she had paused in racing through the offices from end to end, darting out to the hospital and Cafe Alpha in increasingly desperate circuits, trying to deny that fact. Looking through doors, under things, working herself up into fits until she dropped, rather than destroying anything. No, that wouldn’t do; what if Cube was just late, and the rooms were all wrecked when he came back? It wouldn’t do at all.
She hadn’t slept a bit since Cube had disappeared.]
[Text]
[Later, the following is amended to the entry. Flandre doesn’t trust herself to speak without her voice tearing itself to incomprehensible sobs.]
We’ll need someone to stay with, until Cube comes back.
The house is too big.
That flat, monotonic way Flandre’s mumbling the words out is another sign of things being…not quite right.]
Cube hasn’t come back from work yet. Is he lost? Is he stuck somewhere? Cube, where are you?
[Her voice briefly rises, plaintive.]
Cube?
[Flandre can’t find the number of his communicator, or else she would have contacted it directly.
The little vampire knew what that meant. She knew, and didn’t want to; this was one of the few moments where she had paused in racing through the offices from end to end, darting out to the hospital and Cafe Alpha in increasingly desperate circuits, trying to deny that fact. Looking through doors, under things, working herself up into fits until she dropped, rather than destroying anything. No, that wouldn’t do; what if Cube was just late, and the rooms were all wrecked when he came back? It wouldn’t do at all.
She hadn’t slept a bit since Cube had disappeared.]
[Text]
[Later, the following is amended to the entry. Flandre doesn’t trust herself to speak without her voice tearing itself to incomprehensible sobs.]
We’ll need someone to stay with, until Cube comes back.
The house is too big.