( he's doing his best not too seem to obvious, or suspicious. when she finally decides to slip off that mask, he only steals a quick look by the corner of his eye... but it's enough to note those differences.
futaba definitely looks younger, unhealthier... mistreated. he looked down at the countertop below, feeling something inside of him stir. help her... you have to help her... his conscience was chanting. even if he wasn't entirely sure what was going on, that much he knew.
reaching down into his pocket, ren found his phone laying there like always. and as he pulled it out to stare at the screen... an idea struck him.
suddenly, the device in his hands started to sound. he tapped at it, looking as though he was trying to quiet the thing, though it chimed on. ) Mnn... ( was the frustrated sound he made to sell it. )
Sorry, it's been acting up lately. ( and the alarm sounds again... ) I'm just not sure what's wrong with it...
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futaba definitely looks younger, unhealthier... mistreated. he looked down at the countertop below, feeling something inside of him stir. help her... you have to help her... his conscience was chanting. even if he wasn't entirely sure what was going on, that much he knew.
reaching down into his pocket, ren found his phone laying there like always. and as he pulled it out to stare at the screen... an idea struck him.
suddenly, the device in his hands started to sound. he tapped at it, looking as though he was trying to quiet the thing, though it chimed on. ) Mnn... ( was the frustrated sound he made to sell it. )
Sorry, it's been acting up lately. ( and the alarm sounds again... ) I'm just not sure what's wrong with it...