[ for a moment, he stares at her with little feeling present in his features — there is no pity or sympathy, only the cold wave of acknowledgement at best. it was uncomfortable to watch, and even more uncomfortable to feel. the pieces click together in his mind, and he almost turns to move before she makes a request of him.
there’s a silence as his lips flatten into a line. but he draws out his bayonet no less, still sheathed as he tosses it in sakura’s direction. without further ado, the table is turned over. ogata is already in position: his rifle slides in between his fingers before he cranes his head the slightest bit to peek over the desk. ]
They’re going to start soon.
[ footsteps shuffle outside of the room.
and then a round fires off — the bullets begin to dent the wall. ]
no subject
there’s a silence as his lips flatten into a line. but he draws out his bayonet no less, still sheathed as he tosses it in sakura’s direction. without further ado, the table is turned over. ogata is already in position: his rifle slides in between his fingers before he cranes his head the slightest bit to peek over the desk. ]
They’re going to start soon.
[ footsteps shuffle outside of the room.
and then a round fires off — the bullets begin to dent the wall. ]