LIVE!

[furrytailprince]

Who: Okami and whoever
Where: The Library
When: Day 89, anytime before murder

The Live notification goes off to show Okami looking tired and unkempt. He's seated at a table in the library with reams and reams of paper, as well as various ink sketches spread across the whole of the table. It would probably be more of an inconvenience to library users if it wasn't so early in the morning.

Oddly enough, there does seem to be some order to this madness. One side of the table is full of pictures of idols in various states of despair or alarm following the results of the worst games, most of these being people Okami either doesn't know or has negative feelings toward. Interestingly enough, though many of the scenes must have been captured during times of extreme injury, the artwork is focused solely on the close-ups of the idols' expressions at the time rather than the grisly violence.

The other side seems to capture more lighthearted moments, affectionate kisses, cheerful smiles or grateful looks. This side, naturally, is focused primarily on the people Okami knows and regards highly.

The sketches seem to include a good many people of Fauxtokyo. Just how long has he been at this before he started the live? But the one common theme about both sets is the rapid, fierce style in which they are rendered, as if they have been ripped violently from someone's memory and set to paper before the image can disappear. The paintings aren't as precise as others that Okami has done in past sessions, with splatters of ink and something more rusty-colored marring what should be fairly detailed work, along with uncovered parts of the table as well.

Okami works swiftly through the live, splashing more images of either type onto the next page. Along with specks of bright blood that seems to be dripping down the quill from where he grips it in his fingers. Well, that's a thing that happened.

Comments

[ididntsaybanana]

[ This is . . . certainly a thing. Kaito would reach out and put his hand on your shoulder in a comforting manner, but he knows better. So all he does is make his way over to your left side and peer at the pictures you've drawn, his brows knitting in worry ]

. . . hey.

[furrytailprince]

[ Is too distracted by his work to immediately notice him, as he savages swipes at the parchment with his quill ]

[ididntsaybanana]

[ he reaches out and taps two fingers against the table to get your attention ]

[furrytailprince]

[ The quill stops... and his gaze slowly shifts up, looking slightly bloodshot ]

[ididntsaybanana]

Hey.

[ He keeps his voice low and comforting ]

How are you?

[furrytailprince]

... busy.

[ His gaze shifts back to the page beneath his quill ]

[ididntsaybanana]

How long have you been doing this?

[furrytailprince]

[ Back to painting now ]

It is not important.

[ididntsaybanana]

You don't look okay.

[furrytailprince]

[ He also did not come back to the dorm last night ]

I need to study.

[ididntsaybanana]

For what?

[furrytailprince]

To be better.

[ididntsaybanana]

At what?

[furrytailprince]

At not making things worse.

[ididntsaybanana]

When did you make things worse?

[furrytailprince]

[ There is a bark of laughter that turns into a full-throated laugh that is not at all joyous ]

When do I not?

[ididntsaybanana]

You haven't done anything worse to me.

[furrytailprince]

Perhaps you simply have not realized it.

[ididntsaybanana]

Then tell me what you've done to me that's worse.

[furrytailprince]

Not to you specifically, to Taisho.

[ididntsaybanana]

Just what did you do to Taisho then?

[furrytailprince]

I turn others against me. This makes them more likely to dismiss Taisho or otherwise wish us harm.

[ididntsaybanana]

That's not something to put on your shoulders all by itself. By that logic we'd have to play nicey nice with everyone to make sure they don't do that to Taisho.

[furrytailprince]

... I do not want to be a disappointment.

[ididntsaybanana]

You aren't a disappointment to me.