just a bunch of victims

[eyeforaneye]

WHO: Sasuke (eyeforaneye), Eichi (finethanks), Suigetsu (liquidate), and Victor (genice)
WHERE: Room 309
WHEN: March 20th
WHAT: Eichi is cornered for information by Sasuke, an event interrupted by Victor for completely unrelated reasons.
WARNINGS: Forcible usage of mind powers.

[ It’s been an hour now since he invited Eichi to his room, expecting little resistance and not encountering any. No, it’d been a quick acceptance of his offer and far too few questions; is he always this trusting or simply that lonely? Asking himself the question is counterproductive and Sasuke casts a last glance down at his communicator as he waits. Should be any minute now… and the texts from Sombra stand out starkly against the screen.

Best to get to the bottom of this quickly, just in case.

He stands when he hears a quiet knock, struggling to picture a particularly frail idol as any kind of traitorous mastermind but he’s dealt with stranger threats than that. Still, it’s even harder to imagine when he slaps the button to open the automatic door and is faced with him. ]

So you’re here. [ He steps back to allow him room to move inside an altogether barren room; the extent of his personalizing of the space is a chokuto leaning against one corner and a scant few daggers littering the desk. ] Close the door behind you.

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BIG BROTHER VII: TWO TOOLS AND A DOG

[liquidate]

...ke up, alrea...

(a call that sounds muffled in cotton, beckoning eichi back from the beyond to reenter the world of the sort-of-living.)

Wake up, already.

(and a hard smack to the cheek.)

Oi— wake up, I said!

(sure enough, the cotton isn't from the slow crawl into consciousness, but from a very fluffy dog tail currently beating eichi in the side of the face and ear. and the slap comes from a too-close suigetsu with a flat palm raised, squinting at the boy on the bed with a disdain that can only be measured in how many teeth he's baring with a curl of his lip. together, they crowd eichi on sasuke's sheets, huddled close enough to be considered immediate threats, if they didn't wear such dumb-ass looks on their faces.

finally, they can move on with this boring day. looking after someone wasn't in his schedule, but sasuke always has a way of dropping unexpected orders into his lap with no prior notice.)

The ice cream cones will have to wait, Makkachan, the dead guy woke up after all.

("boof," makkachin insists with a stamp of a paw onto the bed, making an interesting point.)

You don't say? I thought so too, buddy... I guess now we can ask him, eh?

[finethanks]

Sasuke?

[Ow?? As he blinks slowly into reality, the smack is startling enough, and the dog tail certainly doesn't help. Pushing himself with a shaky hand to sit up, he places a hand over his cheek where he was smacked. It's probably red, since he's so fair and dainty. Good job.]

Ah, you're not Sasuke at all. [That's... odd. He blinks a few times, remembering red eyes and nothing else, and stares around the room looking for an answer.] Yet it seems we're in his room, so would you mind telling me why you're standing over me and abusing me like this while Sasuke isn't here?

[Even while asking that, he reaches out to pet Makkachin. Good dog.]

[liquidate]

(... suspicious...)

Why is that the first name you say after waking up?

(the stare down at him is oppressive, a call for judgement when there's no need for drastic measures like this. he thought tying eichi's arm to the bedpost would be beneficial, then remembered how weak everyone considers him, so it's up to makkachin's to flop over his legs and keep him there with another kind of restraint. nobody can get up when a sleepy, happy dog is draped over their lap. nobody.

as i thought, suigetsu muses, watching eichi pet makkachin. the plan's going off without a hitch.)

I'm not abusing you yet... I don't think you know what abuse even looks like, if you say that, Eichi-kun. We're just talking, you and me, like we did over tea...

(talking. yes. while he's looming over eichi's prone form like a creep.

to make matters worse, where exactly did he find the switchblade being raised, pinched almost reverently between index and thumb? he holds it like he's making a point, wrist up, limp so that with every word he says there's some small motion from the tip of the blade, eccentric.)

Exactly what were you doing with Sasuke?

[finethanks]

It's true that I'm spoiled and know nothing of abuse, but with you standing over me like that and playing with your blade, it's a little scary, you know?

[He says that with a laugh, not looking afraid at all. He's such a strange person. His petting hand slows and he shifts to nudge Makkachin away to let him swing his legs over the side of the bed. He'll nudge Suigetsu out of the way if he has to, too. Still, he does have to raise a hand to his head, feeling a little dizzy. All that manhandling didn't help.]

But if you're so curious, Sasuke invited me here. We're friends, after all. [He decided this himself...] Do you know where he went?