[Uendo blinks. He's been staring blankly at the empty tea pot for... he's not sure how long, exactly. When did he come to the kitchen?
He hasn't been doing well since the doll museum, frankly. It was more or less fine at the time, thanks to Kisegawa fronting through that whole mess. But the shock of seeing Shisho's body again, after all these months of trying not to think about it, trying not to remember...
Nights have become especially bad. Even if he manages to fall asleep, the accusations always work their way into his dreams, too.]
...Oh! Good morning! [The smile snaps into place and he hurriedly moves to actually make the damn tea.] Eggs sounds lovely, thank you.
[Maybe if Okuyasu is busy making eggs, Uendo will be able to stop dissociating by the time they sit down for breakfast. Maybe.]
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He hasn't been doing well since the doll museum, frankly. It was more or less fine at the time, thanks to Kisegawa fronting through that whole mess. But the shock of seeing Shisho's body again, after all these months of trying not to think about it, trying not to remember...
Nights have become especially bad. Even if he manages to fall asleep, the accusations always work their way into his dreams, too.]
...Oh! Good morning! [The smile snaps into place and he hurriedly moves to actually make the damn tea.] Eggs sounds lovely, thank you.
[Maybe if Okuyasu is busy making eggs, Uendo will be able to stop dissociating by the time they sit down for breakfast. Maybe.]