IC Inbox for Kaisou

[neverbreaks]

INBOX text / audio / video / action -supposed to be recording? Oh wait, there it goes. Uh, okay...this is Luisa Madrigal. If you need to reach me, I guess you can leave a message? That's how this works, right? art credit code credit

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[prontissimo]

[ There's another long silence, though slightly shorter than the last, as he manages to croak out a vague hope. He feels the lump in his throat form already, his voice a little hoarse when he does speak up. ]

What if— ...W-What if he's been kidnapped again? That's a possibility. I-I mean— When he got kidnapped last time, was his door still lit? Maybe he's just—

[ ...just what, he doesn't know. Is he hoping for a repeat of October? He knows exactly what Luisa's saying, and he doesn't want to believe it. It's a horrible hope, because if that's the case, then something akin to the most terrifying experience of Alberto's life is best case scenario. But it's a better option than Bruno being gone, if only for Alberto's own selfish reasons as a knee-jerk reaction. But he knows immediately, knew before he even made this call, deep down, that Bruno's gone. This question is just a final grasp at the final straw, even if it'll break him; it'd still break him less than the actual reality here. ]

[neverbreaks]

[ Luisa bites her bottom lip. Him getting kidnapped the previous month hadn't been good, but she could understand how that might feel better than...than this. ]

N...No, Alberto, he wasn't...he wasn't kidnapped. When he'd gotten kidnapped before, his door was still lit.

He's not...he's not here anymore.

[prontissimo]

[ There's another silence, Alberto standing still in his kitchen, clutching the phone tight but loose to his ear, staring into nothing as he processes this. At last, all he manages to say is a raspy, hollow, inappropriately relaxed: ]

...Okay.