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godlessblossom“What am I doing?” Thin fingers pause over the onscreen keyboard of the tablet before lowering, one finger curving to turn the device off. Her left hand opens a drawer of her desk and retrieves a cloth normally reserved for wiping down her glasses. She carefully wraps the cloth around the tablet and drops both into the drawer before closing it once more. The last thing she needs, she decides as her glasses are removed, folded, and carefully tucked on the edge of her desk, is for the tablet to turn on by itself and stream further secrets. If any have ever wondered on what they have seen from her they manage to keep it to themselves in this Hell.
In the other room lies Miya, carefully propped up on the counter between the wall and the register, her glass eyes turned towards the front door. It has become routine for the doll to keep watch for customers while Misaki works at her desk in the back office. Yet again, if any find this unusual, it goes unmentioned.
Carefully, Misaki tugs at a red leather journal, sandwiched between her accounting book and a schedule of deliveries and work shifts from the past few months. With steady hands she opens the journal and runs her fingers along each taped in note, letter, and photograph. Some are torn. Some are spotted with old blood or ink. Very few are old. All were with her when she arrived, her pockets brimming with knowledge she had uncovered in Haibara Hospital. Knowledge she had paid for with her friend Madoka’s life. Curiosity. Of all the traits Misaki had attempted to fix during her time in the Underworld curiosity was the one she knew had the potential to be her undoing There is no doubt in her mind that she would pay almost any price to know.
With a sigh she pulls herself from her thoughts and flips through the worn pages of the journal, her eyes glancing over the words but not really taking them in. Not until…
According to Dr. Asou’s enquiry, the island’s masks were made to affect the mind of the wearer. For example, when you look at the face of a smiling man, you become happy. It is human nature to adapt to what is seen. (Dr. Asou noted that emotions are shared by expressions.)
She frowns.
…when you look at the face of a smiling man, you become happy.
…emotions are shared by expressions.
Misaki closes the journal but does not slide it back into its hiding place. She walks out to where Miya is rest and moves around the counter to face her. She smiles at the doll. All she does is smile for several minutes, standing calmly in place.
“Well?”
Miya does not respond so she lets the smile fade.
“No. I suppose not.”
What she does feel is disappointment. Maybe she needs to be around more happy people.
If they exist in this place.
In the other room lies Miya, carefully propped up on the counter between the wall and the register, her glass eyes turned towards the front door. It has become routine for the doll to keep watch for customers while Misaki works at her desk in the back office. Yet again, if any find this unusual, it goes unmentioned.
Carefully, Misaki tugs at a red leather journal, sandwiched between her accounting book and a schedule of deliveries and work shifts from the past few months. With steady hands she opens the journal and runs her fingers along each taped in note, letter, and photograph. Some are torn. Some are spotted with old blood or ink. Very few are old. All were with her when she arrived, her pockets brimming with knowledge she had uncovered in Haibara Hospital. Knowledge she had paid for with her friend Madoka’s life. Curiosity. Of all the traits Misaki had attempted to fix during her time in the Underworld curiosity was the one she knew had the potential to be her undoing There is no doubt in her mind that she would pay almost any price to know.
With a sigh she pulls herself from her thoughts and flips through the worn pages of the journal, her eyes glancing over the words but not really taking them in. Not until…
According to Dr. Asou’s enquiry, the island’s masks were made to affect the mind of the wearer. For example, when you look at the face of a smiling man, you become happy. It is human nature to adapt to what is seen. (Dr. Asou noted that emotions are shared by expressions.)
She frowns.
…when you look at the face of a smiling man, you become happy.
…emotions are shared by expressions.
Misaki closes the journal but does not slide it back into its hiding place. She walks out to where Miya is rest and moves around the counter to face her. She smiles at the doll. All she does is smile for several minutes, standing calmly in place.
“Well?”
Miya does not respond so she lets the smile fade.
“No. I suppose not.”
What she does feel is disappointment. Maybe she needs to be around more happy people.
If they exist in this place.