[ He's glad Day agrees, because he's a bit nervous to see what's coming next.
After a moment of silence, dream-Tatara seems to notice the white-haired stranger's presence. A bright, innocent smile crosses his face, and he brings the camera up to his eye, training it on the stranger.
"December 7th, 11:45 PM."
He takes a few steps towards the stranger, who still hums as he gazes out over the scenery.
"Hey! It's a nice night out! I came here to shoot the night scenery—what about you?"
The stranger stands up straight as dream-Tatara approaches.
"My name is Tatara Totsuka. You are?"
The stranger turns. In the briefest of seconds, Day will see the look on his face—wide-eyed, deranged, his mouth stretched in either direction in an unnatural grin.
From his pocket, he pulls out a gun. And without word or warning, he shoots Tatara square in the stomach. The sage, camera and all, crumples to the ground, and blood begins to pool on the concrete below him.
The real Tatara still isn't looking, though his eyebrows are knit upward, his mouth folded into a frown. He's doing his best to keep back tears. ]
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[ He's glad Day agrees, because he's a bit nervous to see what's coming next.
After a moment of silence, dream-Tatara seems to notice the white-haired stranger's presence. A bright, innocent smile crosses his face, and he brings the camera up to his eye, training it on the stranger.
"December 7th, 11:45 PM."
He takes a few steps towards the stranger, who still hums as he gazes out over the scenery.
"Hey! It's a nice night out! I came here to shoot the night scenery—what about you?"
The stranger stands up straight as dream-Tatara approaches.
"My name is Tatara Totsuka. You are?"
The stranger turns. In the briefest of seconds, Day will see the look on his face—wide-eyed, deranged, his mouth stretched in either direction in an unnatural grin.
From his pocket, he pulls out a gun. And without word or warning, he shoots Tatara square in the stomach. The sage, camera and all, crumples to the ground, and blood begins to pool on the concrete below him.
The real Tatara still isn't looking, though his eyebrows are knit upward, his mouth folded into a frown. He's doing his best to keep back tears. ]