rp @pokebarrage
In the dark of night, Migi’s hands fumbled through his pockets, feeling about in search of his little red flip phone. Although, he realized, it may not have even actually been nighttime at all. It was just very, very dark. When he fingered the bumpy surface of his little diglett charm, he pulled the phone out by the pink strap it was tethered to and flipped it open, running his fingers blindly across the base until he had himself familiarized with the little braille bumps atop the buttons.
In that moment, he was thankful that he had set his keys to speed dials, and quickly located the number 5, pressing it and listening carefully to the dial tone and each ring-- and thankfully, the person on the other end picked up.
Migi’s voice came through the line in a startling tone. His voice was hushed, almost as though he was attempting to remain calm, though it was audibly wavering. The background noise was far more noticeable than his own words, however. A piercing shriek, like that of a young child in great distress, as Migi’s voice broke away from what he was trying to say into the phone repeatedly to attempt to soothe it.
“Rin, thank heavens. This-- shhhh, it’s alright, dear -- ah, mhm. Rin, This is Migi. I need your help, it’s serious.
...I think I might have killed somebody.”
