never guess how we ever could have got here || takara || re: execution
When the unjust execution had come to a close, when the gamer’s body had been lifeless against the machine for a good few moments, Takara laughed.
Certainly not a humour filled laugh though. Far from it, that was for certain. No, this was one of those short, stifled laughs one gives when they find themselves in complete and utter disbelief, shock clear on the boy’s face where he continued to sit at the desk. His hands covering his mouth did nothing to stop the sound, those bursts of surprised laughter only being muffled into hiccups rather than hidden completely as he perhaps wished.
"I-it… it a-actually happened… m-miss… miss…"
It wasn’t too difficult to guess which word Takara was fumbling for.
He sat there with his chest heaving for a few moments longer, wide eyed with his hands continuing to cover his mouth.
Until Takara slowly but surely started to become aware of the fact that he was still here, he was still sat in the trial room (surrounded by portraits of the dead no less), and the boy instantly sprang to his feet. He couldn’t remain here a second longer-!
"E-EXCUSE ME-!"
The shout was instinctive, a natural reaction for Takara when his body recognised that it had to get him out of a situation that involved more than one person. The trial room certainly wasn’t as crowded as it had been when he had first been introduced to this hell, but there were certainly enough people and there was definitely still enough anxiety to push Takara to the edge of panic. He didn’t let out another word, nearly knocking his chair over in his haste to scramble out of the conference room and flee.
He didn’t stop running until he was back in his dorm, trying to ignore the knowledge of how empty this area was now by throwing himself onto the futon and burying his face in the pillow.
The pillow was better at muting his screams and cries than his scarf, at least.
