[continue + 2] week 1 || act: investigate

[foundationmods]

[Everything is still, silent, and dark - just like it should be.

Friday comes, and there is no angry captain waking you up, no crowd of people.

But there is still, undeniably...

a feeling of foreboding.

You know what this is.

One of your own...has perished.

At the hands of one of you.]

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[accessorytomurder]

[She kisses him, soft and light and lingering.]

...Osamu. Know that.

[cw_suicide]

[this is the feels, ftr...





it's time for more clings, actually.]

[accessorytomurder]

[She moves her hand from his cheek to the back of his head, stroking gently through his hair.]

...ah, I really need to be more blatant, it looks like.