( semi-open ) i've been six feet under

[rhymed]

who: hajun and others!
what: july stuff
when: throughout the month
where: all over
warnings: violence, mentions of blood, tba.


a general catch-all for july. custom starters and possible open prompts will be posted here!
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( closed to rika | 7/5 )

[rhymed]

[ White snow. White paper. White.

Hajun's world still remains blank after the little monsters tore through the seams of the flour sacks. He's unable to see, needing the aid of others to ensure that he hadn't stepped on something suspicious or grabbed an expired bag of chips. It makes him feel considerably smaller, weaker, and his anxiety has met an all time high even if his expression remains the same -- albeit a little more conflicted, as there is some annoyance in knowing that he needs to depend on others. ]

Rika. [ He calls her name, casually and without the boyish tone he's known to carry. ] Is this expired... ?

[ In his hand he holds a can of black coffee, holding it out for her to look at. It's later in the night in the home ec room, the Robotics Club long having left, and the silence (with the exception with whatever she is doing) is welcomed. He's realized how much he hates crowded areas now that he can't see properly. ]

[contrarily]

Umm, lemme see...

( she takes the can from him, peering at the expiration date.

honestly, the whole flour baby mess kind of went around her, as she... lost track of her own kid somewhere mid-month, letting meng yao take care of it until the end. she got the merit points for it, still, and a full score, which meant he did succeed in protecting it from others, but... whether that's a good or a bad thing, well...

she looks at hajun, and hums thoughtfully. )

If we were in 2021, as we should be, then yes. But otherwise no. ( it expires in 2002, supposedly, so... two and a half years from now, about? ) Don't spill it all over your shirt, 'kay?

( hands it back to him reluctantly... )

[rhymed]

[ He still has to wonder if all of the blood had been cleaned off from the bottom of his shoe. He heard bones crack, assumes that a mass of brain matter and gore had stuck to it, and he's come to recognize the fact that he wouldn't be too disturbed in seeing it. ]

Thank you. [ On reflex, but rather than correcting himself or fidgeting he goes about his business normally. He gropes the air, finds her hand and curls his fingers around her knuckles; his touch surprisingly gentle. He finds the coldness of the can and holds it, bringing it back to his side.

His fingers glide across the top to find the ring, pulling it towards him and hearing it pop once opened. He holds it briefly, brings it up until he can feel it against his bottom lip and tilts it slightly. Fortunately he saves himself the embarrassment of it pouring onto his shirt, but his lips remain firm in a tight line. ]

I'm a bit hungry, too.

[ Hint, hint. ]