[He wakes up with a start, staring dazedly up at the ceiling, unsure for a moment whether he's awake or still in a dream (or if he was dreaming to begin with, for that matter). It takes a minute or two for him to notice his phone, barely skimming the message posted on it, eyes narrowing in concentration as he stares at the flashing red arrows on the map.
A destination. A goal. An end? Is sneaking out this late a good idea? Does he care? He's gone a few feet from his room before realizing he probably shouldn't be going empty-handed into the darkness of night towards a suspicious place with the possibility of nightmarish violence, and turns back to try to dig up something in his closet. It's not 'til he's outside that Natsume finally types in an answer on his phone.
...His movements are strangely calm, despite the nervous jumble that is his thoughts.]
i'm going i don't know what i'm going to find there [or whether he'll survive the encounter] but i need to find out
Nakigitsune ⚔ Camio
A destination. A goal. An end? Is sneaking out this late a good idea? Does he care? He's gone a few feet from his room before realizing he probably shouldn't be going empty-handed into the darkness of night towards a suspicious place with the possibility of nightmarish violence, and turns back to try to dig up something in his closet. It's not 'til he's outside that Natsume finally types in an answer on his phone.
...His movements are strangely calm, despite the nervous jumble that is his thoughts.]
i'm going
i don't know what i'm going to find there [or whether he'll survive the encounter] but i need to find out