The Ghost looks thoughtful for a moment, like he's considering what he's allowed to share. Or maybe just thinking about his next meal, who knows. "I suppose you could say it's a game," he answers eventually. "Though they're doing everything they can to ruin things for the person running it."
By the press, Kokichi begins to heave himself off the ground before faltering. His injured arm gives out and and he drops to his knees by the side of the machine, gripping at the metal with shaky hands. He grits his teeth, forehead pressed to the side of the press as if frustrated. "Kai–"
But Kaito is already there. He lays a hand on Kokichi's head, almost comforting, before scooping him up with ease. Kaito hesitates a long few moments before he leans in and very carefully slides Kokichi into the narrow gap in the press, laying him out on the spread jacket.
The lining of Kaito's jacket has a spacey print, a bed of galaxies and stars.
Kokichi heaves a labored breath and drops his head back against the metal. Kaito's still lingering there, like he too recognizes how fucked this whole scene is, so Kokichi forces a grin and a thumbs up. Kaito frowns, but moves away back towards the catwalk and control panel.
From Kokichi's position, he can't see much beyond what's immediately beside the press. Just that, and the massive metal slab hanging just above him. Kaito disappears from his field of view, and the grin quickly fades. There's just the soft sound of foots ascending the catwalk. Kokichi idly fingers a bandage on his ring finger and tries to pretend he isn't trembling.
"Your script is over by where the camera was," he says, and it almost feels like it's just for the sake of saying something.
"I know," Kaito answers from somewhere beyond the press.
"Shuichi's actually pretty good at surprising me though, s-so you'll probably need to improv some of it."
"I've got it."
"If you screw this up, I'll haunt you for eternity."
A choked sound from Kaito. "D-don't say scary shit, man." A beat, and his voice steadies some, determined but still almost gentle. "I got it, okay?"
They lapse into silence. There isn't much left to say. Still, Kaito doesn't move, and after a moment a weak laugh escapes Kokichi.
"Y-you'd better get on with it. If the poison finishes me first, this is all for nothing."
"...Yeah." Kaito doesn't sound too enthusiastic, but he nods.
Kokichi exhales a breath, and closes his eyes.
"...Bye, Kaito."
"–Ah," the Ghost interrupts, not unkindly. "This is the part where you might want to look away."
Kaito hits the start buttons on both the camera and press.
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By the press, Kokichi begins to heave himself off the ground before faltering. His injured arm gives out and and he drops to his knees by the side of the machine, gripping at the metal with shaky hands. He grits his teeth, forehead pressed to the side of the press as if frustrated. "Kai–"
But Kaito is already there. He lays a hand on Kokichi's head, almost comforting, before scooping him up with ease. Kaito hesitates a long few moments before he leans in and very carefully slides Kokichi into the narrow gap in the press, laying him out on the spread jacket.
The lining of Kaito's jacket has a spacey print, a bed of galaxies and stars.
Kokichi heaves a labored breath and drops his head back against the metal. Kaito's still lingering there, like he too recognizes how fucked this whole scene is, so Kokichi forces a grin and a thumbs up. Kaito frowns, but moves away back towards the catwalk and control panel.
From Kokichi's position, he can't see much beyond what's immediately beside the press. Just that, and the massive metal slab hanging just above him. Kaito disappears from his field of view, and the grin quickly fades. There's just the soft sound of foots ascending the catwalk. Kokichi idly fingers a bandage on his ring finger and tries to pretend he isn't trembling.
"Your script is over by where the camera was," he says, and it almost feels like it's just for the sake of saying something.
"I know," Kaito answers from somewhere beyond the press.
"Shuichi's actually pretty good at surprising me though, s-so you'll probably need to improv some of it."
"I've got it."
"If you screw this up, I'll haunt you for eternity."
A choked sound from Kaito. "D-don't say scary shit, man." A beat, and his voice steadies some, determined but still almost gentle. "I got it, okay?"
They lapse into silence. There isn't much left to say. Still, Kaito doesn't move, and after a moment a weak laugh escapes Kokichi.
"Y-you'd better get on with it. If the poison finishes me first, this is all for nothing."
"...Yeah." Kaito doesn't sound too enthusiastic, but he nods.
Kokichi exhales a breath, and closes his eyes.
"...Bye, Kaito."
"–Ah," the Ghost interrupts, not unkindly. "This is the part where you might want to look away."
Kaito hits the start buttons on both the camera and press.