[Accidental Voice]

[knightofratatosk]

[This isn't the first time Emil has returned home to an uncomfortably quiet house. It's not unusual for H to be out somewhere during the day, but there's something strange about today, a weird feeling in the house that causes a sinking sensation in the pit of Emil's stomach. Hoping against hope, he's going to head upstairs and open the door to his housemate's bedroom... only to have his worst fears confirmed.

Once again, his journal falls to the ground with a thud, popping open to record a strained, shaky voice.]

N-no... no, not again... no... please...

[OOC: I know, I'm still on hiatus, but Emil wouldn't not react to his housemate vanishing.]

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[knightofratatosk]

Then what am I supposed to do? Just pretend it doesn't matter?

[crisisrain]

Get over it. He's gone back home and there's nothin' ya can do about it. What do ya think Horatio would do if he saw ya mopin' around.

[knightofratatosk]

Who cares? He's not around to see me anymore, so I can do whatever I want and he can't say anything about it.

[So defensive, Emil.]

[crisisrain]

Wow, yer a regular genius aren't ya? Horatio is gone, yeah he won't see ya whinin' like a little girl and there's the high chance ya'll probably never see the guy again. Here's a hint for ya kid, the rest of us stuck behind can see ya bein' this way, and we're not about to disappear just yet. So ya might wanna try thinkin' about the people around you right now instead of the folks who may or may not be comin' back.

[knightofratatosk]

How do I know you won't disappear just like Horatio and Richter and Marta and Tenebrae did...?

[crisisrain]

I already did according to what people have told me. But I came back, so he might do as well.

[knightofratatosk]

[Being angry is taking too much energy, so he's just going going to hang his head with a sigh.]

I'm so tired of all of this.

[crisisrain]

Drink yer tea, it's gettin' cold.

[knightofratatosk]

Oh, r-right.

[He picks up his tea and takes a sip before looking back over at Raven.]

Um, did you want something to eat as well?

[crisisrain]

Ya suggesting givin' old Raven some of your sausages?

[Teasing? Me? No.]

[knightofratatosk]

R-Raven!

[Aaaaand he's bright red again.]

[crisisrain]

Why do ya keep gettin' embarassed when I mention sausages?

[knightofratatosk]

Because it's... that's... that's none of your business!

[crisisrain]

You're weirder than me.

[knightofratatosk]

No I'm not...

[crisisrain]

I'm not the one who spazzes at the thought of sausages.

[knightofratatosk]

You were the one who brought it up in the first place!

[crisisrain]

Yer surprisingly perverted for a kid.

[knightofratatosk]

I'm almost eighteen years old-- I'm not a kid anymore.

[crisisrain]

Then stop gigglin' like one whenever I say SAUSAGE.

Thick, long ones.

[knightofratatosk]

Hey, s-stop that!

[crisisrain]

[THAT LOOKS SO DIRTY.]

Stop what? [He sips his tea, very casually.]

[knightofratatosk]

[THAT MAY HAVE BEEN THE INTENT.]

Talking about... that!

[Emil can have sex but not talk about it, go figure.]

[crisisrain]

I'm just talkin' about the food.

[knightofratatosk]

... o-oh. I knew that, r-really.