( dulcxdo )
「 ★☆！」 One loud shriek was matched by another, the difference in pitch and volume pathetically little considering the male source. Makoto followed his sister down to the cemetery grounds, falling to a crouch, draped over her back, sobbing into the back of her neck.
A natural instinct to protect not yet demolished by the sheer terror throwing his brain in disarray had Makoto wrapping his arms around Makito’s trembling frame, his limbs in no better state, but he tried to offer what meager comfort he could.
"It is,” he choked, cry muffled by Makito’s hair. "Where’s Haru? Hnnnrgh, I knew we shouldn’t have gone in here without him…”
『 ｡*ﾟ✲* 』
Makito was well used to the Makoto-backpack by now, the almost humorous byproduct of her brother's joint fear and urge to keep others safe. They would get nowhere like this, and who could tell where Ran and Ren had gone by now? She glanced upwards for a moment to the sky above as if she was searching for hope - - - but there was none to be found, the sky gloomy and grey, the perfect backdrop for a murder scene.
The mention of Haru sparked some optimism, though, Makito's shaking hand going to scramble for her phone as she forced a smile. "M-Maybe we can call him," she suggested, going to her contacts . . . but, lo and behold, there was no service. "Yaa, isn't this overboard?!" Makito cried out, not at all liking how this situation seemed a bit too contrived, as if the first Tachibana twins lives were simply some joke to some great forces unknown.
