[All color drains from Natsuno's face, alongside all expression. He stares at Palamedes for a moment before he finally snatches the phone out of his pocket. Sees the date, looks over an onslaught of unread texts, growing paler the further he scrolls.
Three days. Pal knows. And so must everyone else.
Natsuno stands up, palms flat on the table as if trying to stable himself. He joins Pal without another word, leaving his food behind. His appetite is gone.]
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Three days. Pal knows. And so must everyone else.
Natsuno stands up, palms flat on the table as if trying to stable himself. He joins Pal without another word, leaving his food behind. His appetite is gone.]