[Sunny more than audibly flinched when the lights suddenly cut out. He should have been prepared, should have known from the flickering lantern that the light wouldn’t last forever.
But Sunny hated the dark.
He hated the way it made shadows seem to multiply and move, hated how it crept closer to him - cold and distant and ready to strike-
That familiar voice cut through his initial wave of panic.]
Makoto?
[Sunny’s voice was a whisper, dry yet soft, tinged with fear. Maybe the first - or even one of the handful of times - the other teen had heard him speak. He couldn’t write in his notebook, not with such a low light, so he’d have to use his voice. He hated that too.]
Lights Out
But Sunny hated the dark.
He hated the way it made shadows seem to multiply and move, hated how it crept closer to him - cold and distant and ready to strike-
That familiar voice cut through his initial wave of panic.]
Makoto?
[Sunny’s voice was a whisper, dry yet soft, tinged with fear. Maybe the first - or even one of the handful of times - the other teen had heard him speak. He couldn’t write in his notebook, not with such a low light, so he’d have to use his voice. He hated that too.]