necrosis

[koujins-blog]

He lounges, eyes closed, arms behind his head and teetering on the edge of sleep. Akise isn’t home - of course - he’s at the library leaning back in a chair displaying a profound sense of balance with the way he leans back in his chair and doesn’t fall over. There’s a book open in front of him; unread and serving entirely as an excuse for him to stay there unbothered. 

Mostly unbothered.

He leans forward forward to read the texts on his phone and clicks his tongue in annoyance. 

TO: EIKO FROM: AKISE

[txt]: kei. i think.

[txt]: it is donut day. and ive taken advantage of that and visited every donut shop nearby. like ten whole shops.

[txt]: did you know that shits free today??? Free.

[txt]: but uh no.

[txt]: im not getting donuts for you or your dead arm. and i have a few reasons for that but mostly just no.

[nekyias]

Kei blinks at the phone, unimpressed, while swinging his feet from the edge of a mezzanine atop a long since condemned building - teeming with lively spirits, the occasional rat, and not much else. This is not the first time he has failed to understand his brother and his repeated insistence upon making everything as obstinately difficult as possible.

He decides the safest bet is pretending to be Eiko (a plan with somewhat debatable merits as their oldest brother has never shown any particular favor to one or the other) and quickly backspaces the scathing reply his fingers had automatically tapped out in retort.

TO: AKISE FROM: EIKO

[txt]: niisan you mixed us up agan

[txt]: thats not very nice

[txt]: but i bet you could make it better with donuts

[txt]: you said they were free right?

[txt]: so it shouldnt be a problem....

[xtantibus]

☪ — VIALS AND VACANCIES.

She doesn’t waste time with wrist-wringing; there’s far too much to accomplish and nowhere near enough time to quell her excitement. A large, round backpack strapped to each of her shoulders exhibits just how long she’s been waiting to try this particularly dangerous incantation. Not alone, of course - that given includes her twin brother, who’s never far behind nor too many steps ahead. For now, they make haste in a massive warehouse (formally a deserted mental hospital, demolished and used as new grounds to conserve a business she couldn’t care less about) with supplies in hand and elbows locked together.

They settle in quickly enough as she tugs him along, aware that his fervency for their project is just as much so, and before the pinkette knows it, the grimoire is open to a page she’s nearly memorized. "Ah," intones Eiko, her eyes scouring for the gauntlet now brimming in preparation for the altar. Already, she can feel the presence of lives unfairly stolen. "I don’t think we forgot anything… should we start before anyone stops by?"

[nekyias]

He always lingers too long, the weight of a hundred gazes - long dead and even longer trapped in this terrible place - heavy on his back. He wants to turn, acknowledge them in the way they haven't been acknowledged since even before death ultimately claimed them, but they are not here for pleasantries and promises of grim stories today.

He knocks against Eiko as he reaches across to affix a candle in its proper position and he's not sure if the reminder of his own substance is reassuring or not. Still, he breathes easier with a hint of a sigh upon his lips, as he bows his head to inspect his bag. "Mmm." He hums, either affirmation or the barest acknowledgement that he was listening, and pulls several vials from his bag. "Do you think this is enough blood?" Akise had not exactly been a willing participant in the preparations.

[nekyias]

Between Kei and Eiko, they had only one phone. Kei had possessed his own at one point but it had been cannibalized for parts shortly after receiving it. His oldest brother had informed him, in no uncertain terms, that if he wanted another he would have to replace it himself.

Naturally, he had done no such thing. It hardly made a difference, anyway - Kei and Eiko were rarely apart long enough to justify needing two separate phones.

He takes the phone from her, apropos of nothing, and offers neither explanation or apology. There are more pressing issues at hand than wasteful communication when he knows she'll understand.

TO: AKISE FROM: EIKO

[txt]: akise

[txt]: i have been informed that it is donut day whatever that means

[txt]: so i want donuts

[txt]: about 5 dozen should do it

[txt]: apparently there is some sort of record for number of donuts one person is able to fit on an arm

[txt]: i have a severed arm i just require the pastries