catch-all: omi.

[toesies]

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[toesies]

Oh, my god. Omi?!

[Who cares if the blood is dry? She is running over to check on him.]

[housewolf]

[The moment he's spotted he cringes a little. But at least he doesn't try to wave her off.]

... Morning...

Um. I'm fine, I just woke up like this. Please don't worry to much.

[toesies]

There's blood on your clothes the morning after a kid died. I think I'm going to be pretty fucking worried.

[housewolf]

The kitchen started bleeding last night, which sounds insane. But... I ended up trapped in there.

[toesies]

... Well... The lights in the common room started flickering until they all turned blue, and when I woke up they were all in pieces. So it wouldn't be the only weird thing that happened last night. [Uneasily.] Is this place haunted?

[housewolf]

The lights all shattered?

[Haunted... he has to seriously wonder that now.] ... I don't think we can cross it off of the possibilities.

After I woke up, the blood was gone, except what was on us.

[toesies]

Yeah... And nobody else I've talked to seems to notice it.

[So, those bar threads have been fun.]

Who was in the kitchen with you? We should get the blood out of your clothes before it stains.

[housewolf]

Ugh.

I was with Douman and Fukuda. What about you?

[Crusty blood...] How long do you have before its stuck forever?

[toesies]

Lenore and Megara. Oh— and Vlad was there, too.

[Three ladies having a good time, and a nice guy.

She stares at the blood for a moment, frowning.]

You haven't touched it since you woke up, have you?

[housewolf]

[Nods.] I haven't talked to Lenore yet.

Not yet.

[toesies]

[Nods, nods.]

Okay... Then grab some baking soda and vinegar, and let's go save your clothes.

[housewolf]

[He'll duck into the kitchen and grab both.]

Thanks, Sheila.

[toesies]

It's— [...] Well, "my pleasure" isn't right. But you're welcome!

[They can vamoose to either one of their bathrooms to deal with this. Unless Omi feels like stripping in the laundry room.]

[housewolf]

Haha... no I don't think that's quite the right thing.

[He'll strip wherever is fastest, because he has no shame about this, and he hates wearing this blood.]

[toesies]

... Yeah. Let's just scoot.

[Extremely valid! They might as well do this at his place, though, so he can shower/change clothes while she slathers a baking soda and vinegar paste all over the blood and leaves it. For half an hour. Terrible.]

[housewolf]

[Again he expresses his thanks before he rinses off and switches to a cleaner outfit. Maid, whatever, he doesn't really care.]

I've never had to deal with this much old blood.

[toesies]

[She could make a terrible joke here. Please appreciate that she doesn't, Omi.]

Mm... At least it didn't come from someone. [...] Right?

[A teenager is dead. She is unsure.]

[housewolf]

[She should've.]

I don't think so? It was coming from the walls and our hands. I think the fridge was bleeding too...

I don't remember seeing Tamaki before we uh... blacked out. [He doesn't know what else to call it.]

[toesies]

Nor does anyone else, apparently. You know that kid, Mineo? He asked around, and he can't figure out where Tamaki was last night.

[housewolf]

Yeah, I've run into him a few times.

That's... Not great. Then again, this is a pretty big space... Maybe somebody saw him on Thursday during the day?

[toesies]

Maybe... I don't know if that helps, though.

[housewolf]

I don't know what would.

[toesies]

... Yeah, you're right.

[Just. Sighs.]

This sucks.

[housewolf]

Is there even anything we can do right now...?

[toesies]

Seeing as how neither of us are homicide detectives, and the avatars aren't picking up their phones... No?