goatsongs: smile (coming apart at the seams)
Nakahara Chuuya ([personal profile] goatsongs) wrote2017-09-04 09:41 pm
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Heart Seed Ruin Log

[You suddenly find yourself in the entrance to a library. Well, it should be an entrance - if you turn around, there isn’t a door behind you, but there’s a desk that says ‘RETURNS’ and a desk that says ‘HELP’, both with containers full of pens on them. There’s also rows and rows of bookcases all stuffed full of books.

Naturally, both the returns desk and the help desk are staffed: the returns desk by a bright-looking young boy, and the help desk by a serious-looking man.

Beyond the shelves of books, there’s a steel door to the left, as well as a wooden door to the right.]
vegetariangreatfestival: (but even when I turn it off)

[personal profile] vegetariangreatfestival 2017-09-24 12:32 am (UTC)(link)
I don't think it's bad to change, but Chuuya doesn't like changing. And he can't stop you while you're here - I can't either - so please be gentle.

[Change can be good, but Chuuya is in a vulnerable position here, with other people inside his heart. It's no wonder he's afraid.]
sunflowering: (Things I almost remember)

[personal profile] sunflowering 2017-09-24 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
[Reaching out she gently places a hand upon the child's. She smiles softly, voice quiet and reassuring.]

I promise that I would never do anything to try and hurt Nakahara-san. He is a precious friend you see.
vegetariangreatfestival: (maybe I'm the chance of rain)

[personal profile] vegetariangreatfestival 2017-09-24 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
[Kenji smiles again and turns his hand to squeeze hers, just a little.]

You're his precious friend too. So, I know you can find him!
sunflowering: (So short lived)

[personal profile] sunflowering 2017-09-24 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
If he feels that way, then I'm glad. [She feels that she has so few of those at home. If she can make at least one here, then she's succeeded.]

Then I best start looking, huh.

[With a last squeeze to the child's hand, she turns around to glance for a door. It seems... there's a steal one and a wooden one. For now... how about the wooden one? Quietly she makes her way toward the door. Whatever lies beyond is a piece of Chuuya's heart, is it? Then she'll have to handle it gently. A hand gently falls upon the knob and she turns it in order to try and push it open.]