[ For one of the busier intersections in the Trench, it's so very silent right now. Dozens of people all standing so very perfectly still and all turned in one direction, beholding one of the Moonlit Butterflies who's landed in their midst. It bats its wings slowly, spread wide as little dots of light drift up from each person into its wings and collect there, increasing its shine.
—maybe Kokichi is under their spell as well. Maybe not.
One of them though, a little girl held fast with childlike awe turned trance keeps walking forward. With a giggle of pure wonder, even as it continues to drain her -- she puts her hands flat against the side of the resting butterfly, feeling its slightly fuzzy body. ]
—! [ A streak of movement, the only movement in the square, partially collides with Kokichi in the crowd, clipping his shoulder. And he'd shout an apology under normal circumstances, the boy, except he's in a flat-out run towards the girl.
(As he bumps into him, the other boy might notice a sudden flare of luminescent white, so very similar to that of the butterfly's, and a scent that's wintery and thin, ozone. Like snowflakes and lightning—or magic.)
And he makes it to her! Dropping down and skidding in like some black and moonlit-clad player sliding into a home plate, cloak whipping out behind him, he scoops the enchanted child up, even as the green light in her eyes fades and becomes dark.
Except she... bubbles.
A little at first, like giant skin blisters. And then almost doubling in size as he begins to come to a stop with her in his arms. Burbling up higher and taller in a gross disfigurement and sudden, shrill sort of uncanny scream as her body contorts and shifts.
The butterfly takes flight, abandoning its collection as it quickly wings away from the danger—and the white-haired boy is left staring in absolute horror at the small, alien beast the girl has become still cradled in his arms.]
love will find you in your pain; Kokichi (CW: horrible things happening to children)
—maybe Kokichi is under their spell as well. Maybe not.
One of them though, a little girl held fast with childlike awe turned trance keeps walking forward. With a giggle of pure wonder, even as it continues to drain her -- she puts her hands flat against the side of the resting butterfly, feeling its slightly fuzzy body. ]
—! [ A streak of movement, the only movement in the square, partially collides with Kokichi in the crowd, clipping his shoulder. And he'd shout an apology under normal circumstances, the boy, except he's in a flat-out run towards the girl.
(As he bumps into him, the other boy might notice a sudden flare of luminescent white, so very similar to that of the butterfly's, and a scent that's wintery and thin, ozone. Like snowflakes and lightning—or magic.)
And he makes it to her! Dropping down and skidding in like some black and moonlit-clad player sliding into a home plate, cloak whipping out behind him, he scoops the enchanted child up, even as the green light in her eyes fades and becomes dark.
Except she... bubbles.
A little at first, like giant skin blisters. And then almost doubling in size as he begins to come to a stop with her in his arms. Burbling up higher and taller in a gross disfigurement and sudden, shrill sort of uncanny scream as her body contorts and shifts.
The butterfly takes flight, abandoning its collection as it quickly wings away from the danger—and the white-haired boy is left staring in absolute horror at the small, alien beast the girl has become still cradled in his arms.]