The Sergeant's deadline is tonight. An offer to get in contact with people you know, yet also a threat. Given how fed up he was, it's unlikely he's joking about the kind of cruelty he's willing to go through for the sake of getting what he wants.
That's why it may not be so surprising that, early in Friday morning, there's this air of tension, despite the bright sun in the sky. It doesn't help that a firetruck and a couple patrolcars race through the streets, passing in front of the motel and going west. The reason why is clear after a single glance:
There's a thick column of black smoke emanating from somewhere inside the Junkyard.
[There's nothing strange at first sight. Everything seems like normal, nothing out of place...Mrs. Mitchell is in the kitchen area, already working on breakfasts, and customers mill around freely.
That said, although everything in the diner is clean, there seems to be something leaning against the wall, near the entrance to the diner]
[ Delicious breakfasts, wonderful! ... Too bad someone's, you know, dead.
Regardless, when the blond notices something out of the corner of his eye, he closes distance, and attempts to examine it closely to determine what exactly is he looking at here? ]
Ones he doesn't want to relive right now, so he's focusing on ... whatever the hell this is. He guesses he'll just have to bring the mop with him, though he'll be hoping to grip where none of that clear liquid is present. Which might be a lost cause...
Anyway, what is this thing that is sticking to it? As in, if he looks closer at it, can he get a better view on what these particles look like and whatnot? ]
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That said, although everything in the diner is clean, there seems to be something leaning against the wall, near the entrance to the diner]
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Regardless, when the blond notices something out of the corner of his eye, he closes distance, and attempts to examine it closely to determine what exactly is he looking at here? ]
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Careful with the handle of that mop, Katsuki. It's sticky]
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He'll drop the mop out of reflex and immediately wipe his hands against his pants. Good thing these aren't his set that he arrived in.
But, uh, what is this stickiness, is it something more reddish, more clear, or none of the above? ]
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What's more, this residue is covering most of the handle. It's difficult to know what exactly it is, though.
There seems to be particles of something stuck to it, and also to the fibers of the mop itself]
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Ones he doesn't want to relive right now, so he's focusing on ... whatever the hell this is. He guesses he'll just have to bring the mop with him, though he'll be hoping to grip where none of that clear liquid is present. Which might be a lost cause...
Anyway, what is this thing that is sticking to it? As in, if he looks closer at it, can he get a better view on what these particles look like and whatnot? ]
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Rust]
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...He also believes he's done with this for now, so time to abscond with the mop. ]