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A loud crash was heard and after awhile it was followed by a long high pitched wail. It stopped and started back up again, but still very high and filled with emotion.
The source of that scream came from none other than (M/n). His scream had been heard all across the Kamisato estate. He had accidentally woken up the whole entire estate. Honestly, its a common occurrence.
He had missed the bookcase shelf when setting down the cup. The cup broke instantly on impact and spilled its contents all over the floor.
”my cup…” (M/n) said quietly.
Thoma was racing towards (M/n)’s room wondering if he was hurt or worse. The high pitched wailing started again but this time with more anguish than surprise and disbelief. Thoma finally reached (M/n)'s room fearing the worst had happened only to find the youngest Kamisato on the floor wailing about a ceramic cup! Thoma thought that was hardly somthing to get this upset about. Surely he was injured right? A broken cup couldn't be the sole cause of (M/n) anguish, right?
Wrong! The cup that was now broken used to be (M/n)'s favorite cup. His prized possession if you will.