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dissonates) wrote2012-05-13 01:56 am
dissonates) wrote2012-05-13 01:56 am
[Voice / backdated to May 11th]
[It had taken a few days for him to notice a certain housemate's disappearance - the man had been kidnapped, after all, and Asch didn't make a habit of nosing around in his room. It had been instinct more than anything that had made him poke his head in to check Van's room this morning.
The room had been empty. It's a familiar feeling, standing there in a room that used to hold someone important. Not necessarily treasured or even missed, this time, but undeniably important. And there's a fleeting thought, one he has to bury with the rest of the ideas that he doesn't share with people: how long until he's alone again?
...Yep, not sharing that one. He does close the door behind himself, though, sit down on the bed, and open his journal.]
Van Grants has gone home.
[He won't be all that chatty, but the message definitely needed to be conveyed.]
The room had been empty. It's a familiar feeling, standing there in a room that used to hold someone important. Not necessarily treasured or even missed, this time, but undeniably important. And there's a fleeting thought, one he has to bury with the rest of the ideas that he doesn't share with people: how long until he's alone again?
...Yep, not sharing that one. He does close the door behind himself, though, sit down on the bed, and open his journal.]
Van Grants has gone home.
[He won't be all that chatty, but the message definitely needed to be conveyed.]
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