Fahrenheit 212 || Shiori || Chapter 2 || Closed for Masumi
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This was the angriest Shiori had been in awhile. At Niji, no. He felt they’d done the right thing, all things considered. Somehow. That whole trial, the entire game was getting Shiori mad, and he’d never been more disappointed in himself. He was trying to reassure himself with the fact that Niji was still alive, just imprisoned, but it was little help. There was no guarantee she’d survive, was there? He shouldn’t complain. He’d voted for Niji, for Christ’s sake, but that wasn’t stopping him.
After a sleepless night, Shiori slipped into his clothes and stepped left the castle. He was definitely still exhausted, but he knew he wouldn’t be getting any sleep for awhile now. He’d just sit in his bed, tossing and turning. Perhaps that was for the best. He’d be having nightmares for awhile, he suspected.
Somehow, the news about the teams only pissed him off more. He wanted to yell at Bibbit, scream that no one cared about points because someone was dead and another kid was everything but. Shiori couldn’t stand that teams system was encouraging them to compete for the chance to just fucking leave and live the rest of their lives in peace if that meant leaving a friend behind because they were on some entirely different arbitrary team.
No. He had to be… calm. Shiori was being a moody teen throwing a temper tantrum, and he had to stay calm, keep everything around him calm, and maybe he wouldn’t lose his shit. Otherwise, he was liable to burst. Jesus Christ, he was supposed to be some kind of adult, and here he was acting like a kid.
The park would be nice. He could sit down and watch the clouds fly past… hopefully there wouldn’t be too many people around here. Unfortunately, it appeared that was not destined to be, because sure enough someone was here already. Shiori recognized him from the trial - Masumi, he believed. He wasn’t exactly sure what he was doing, so he approached to get a better look.
“Morning.” He had to use as few words as possible. If he spoke too much his blood would start to boil, he could tell now.
