➽ 35. ❛should i kiss, marry, or call you a friend, i don't know, can we start over again, mixed messages wrapped in a text that you wrote, scrambled my head like an egg ❜ — scrambled, havelock
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THE INDIVIDUALS IN your home became separated immediately after a brief but intense 'we have new guests!' from you. Dean and Sunniva watched the television from the kitchen as Eichi and Ibara sat at the living room. The news channel was live. From what they know, there were still workers inside and fire fighters were charging into the burning building.
Hirata's bag was on the coffee table, his laptop out in the middle. Even though, Dean and Sunnuva have not a clue on who this Hirata was, they put their sorrow with him after figuring out how much he meant to you.
With tear stained cheeks and droopy eyes, your mother comforted you on the other side of the phone. None of your parents could leave their workplaces to come to you in person, but you're truly grateful for that
"I'm with friends, I'll be alright. Thanks, mom." You sniffle, "....Love you too." You hung up first and placed your phone onto the counter. You leaned down, hands clasping together and lazily pressed against your forehead as you breathed put exhaustingly.
"We're so sorry, F/n." Dean tried to bring solace, thinking if he should rub your shoulder or give you a soft hug on the side, and even tried looking for some answer from Sunniva, but she shook her head as to say 'leave her alone'.
"...Right, let me get this straight." You mumble, lifting yourself up.
The tv was loud enough for them when it came to the kitchen, thankfully. However, you had to be extra careful knowing Ibara's inhumane senses. " You guys got here by using a mirror Lilic gave you? With the help of an ancient grimoire that belonged to her dead mother ?" You seemed like you were not buying it. They couldn't blame you for being too careful. For the cousins— they were still comprehending the theory of the multiverse turning out to be completely verifiable.
"That's like..not even the craziest part of all this, F/n." Sunniva frowned. She's correct in a way.
Transporting through realms was already expected as a consequence, but to meet with characters from that realm and become a brand new version of yourself, it articulates that dream-like experience to blind them until they fully commence their reborn living.
"Lilic is on the loose, killing people, and doing god knows what." Sunniva gestured her arm over to the television, that displayed several pictures of the victims who tragically fell victim to the fire.
"And I was the stupid one for not trusting her!" Dean scoffs, pointing at himself. You looked down at the counter with a guilty stance. Sunniva rolled her eyes, folding her arms awkwardly and rubbed at an arm. Dean instantly regretted his words. "But...that's not what's important right now."
