[After working with the Wrights for the better part of a year, Apollo's learned not to disturb Trucy while she's fiddling with her magic props. He has no desire to be roped into helping out and then possibly forced into some glittery outfit he'd rather not be seen in. Halfway through filling out some report, Apollo can't help but notice how quiet it is. Not that he's complaining, but Trucy's never so quiet when she's practicing. Frankly, the longer the silence drags on, the more nervous Apollo's becoming.
Finally, he pushes his chair back, curiosity (and worry) getting the better of him.]
Trucy? [Apollo frowns when he doesn't get a reply immediately, venturing further into the hallway. That's when he notices the blood on the hardwood floor. He inhales sharply, the alarm hitting him full force.]
Trucy?! [This time he doesn't bother to keep his voice down.]
Turnabout Meltdown of the Brother
Finally, he pushes his chair back, curiosity (and worry) getting the better of him.]
Trucy? [Apollo frowns when he doesn't get a reply immediately, venturing further into the hallway. That's when he notices the blood on the hardwood floor. He inhales sharply, the alarm hitting him full force.]
Trucy?! [This time he doesn't bother to keep his voice down.]