[Toki avoids petting the cat this time, but lets Nekano hang out. He leaves the headphones and notebook to one side, opting to draw on the wall instead. He starts to make an outline of an eye, but the pen ends up making a sharp and jagged line down the wall instead as he gets a vision...
He's in Valvatorez's office, alone. Slowly walking by the bookshelves. The title of every book he passes, no matter the thickness or age, is "History of Vampires". As he passes the fish tank, all the sardines change color rapidly, like blinking neon signs.He sits at the desk and opens a drawer. Inside is a picture frame, but no image in it. Setting it on the desk, he opens a second drawer. It's full of locks of pink hair, twisted around fish-shaped hair combs. He closes the drawer and the picture frame on the desk now has something inside. A painting, small and detailed. It's Valvatorez sitting in a high-backed red velvet chair, like he's posing for a portrait. In one hand, he holds a green mask shaped like a moth, only its markings are fish eyes. In the crook of his other arm, Valvatorez holds several cat-sized sardines. They all have the hilts of daggers coming out of their mouths. Their eyes blink in neon colors like the sardines across the room in the tank. The painting of Valvatorez laughs and blood drips down from the edges of the frame.
... Kano now gets to see where some of the scratching marks on the bed rail and the wall come from; there's not a lot of space up here for uncontrolled rapid movements.]
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[Toki avoids petting the cat this time, but lets Nekano hang out. He leaves the headphones and notebook to one side, opting to draw on the wall instead. He starts to make an outline of an eye, but the pen ends up making a sharp and jagged line down the wall instead as he gets a vision...
He's in Valvatorez's office, alone. Slowly walking by the bookshelves. The title of every book he passes, no matter the thickness or age, is "History of Vampires". As he passes the fish tank, all the sardines change color rapidly, like blinking neon signs.He sits at the desk and opens a drawer. Inside is a picture frame, but no image in it. Setting it on the desk, he opens a second drawer. It's full of locks of pink hair, twisted around fish-shaped hair combs. He closes the drawer and the picture frame on the desk now has something inside. A painting, small and detailed. It's Valvatorez sitting in a high-backed red velvet chair, like he's posing for a portrait. In one hand, he holds a green mask shaped like a moth, only its markings are fish eyes. In the crook of his other arm, Valvatorez holds several cat-sized sardines. They all have the hilts of daggers coming out of their mouths. Their eyes blink in neon colors like the sardines across the room in the tank. The painting of Valvatorez laughs and blood drips down from the edges of the frame.
... Kano now gets to see where some of the scratching marks on the bed rail and the wall come from; there's not a lot of space up here for uncontrolled rapid movements.]