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.

Comments

[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?