Night 55: M11 - M20 Hallway
And there was the evening announcement, timely as always, although he could have done without the noise at the beginning. It was still slightly jarring to not hear those mocking tones that he had grown so accustomed to, but he did prefer the more direct announcements that had been rolling in ever since last evening. No pathetic attempts at creating a dialogue, just threats and orders laid bare for them to analyze and comprehend.
With a sigh, Kratos pushed back his chair and stood up, peeling off the beret and throwing it carelessly onto his desk. Now would be the time where he would change as swiftly as possible and then head out or wait for his teammates for the night to arrive at his door. Tonight, though, would be much different. As he walked over to move his possessions to his desk, his hand passed over the hilt of his sword, and suddenly, he had the urge to drive it into the nearest wall out of frustration. But of course, he couldn't have that; he would run the risk of worsening his injuries...
Perhaps Kenshin wouldn't ask why his roommate was suddenly diverging from his normal routine; perhaps he already understood that sometimes, a night would need to be sacrificed for the sake of recovery. To be honest, it would be a little awkward to start talking now: contrary to yesterday, they hadn't spoken at all over dinner.
Kratos set the metal box gently down on his desk next to his completely clean plate and beret before sitting down cross-legged on his bed, slightly hunched forward, with his fingers laced in front of him. He needed to sleep, but he couldn't - not now. Exhaling, he closed his eyes and let his head fall forward until the bridge of his nose was resting against his hands. If he couldn't sleep, he could at least just sit and enjoy the silence.
[M20; (unknowingly) waiting for Soma and Rapunzel]
With a sigh, Kratos pushed back his chair and stood up, peeling off the beret and throwing it carelessly onto his desk. Now would be the time where he would change as swiftly as possible and then head out or wait for his teammates for the night to arrive at his door. Tonight, though, would be much different. As he walked over to move his possessions to his desk, his hand passed over the hilt of his sword, and suddenly, he had the urge to drive it into the nearest wall out of frustration. But of course, he couldn't have that; he would run the risk of worsening his injuries...
Perhaps Kenshin wouldn't ask why his roommate was suddenly diverging from his normal routine; perhaps he already understood that sometimes, a night would need to be sacrificed for the sake of recovery. To be honest, it would be a little awkward to start talking now: contrary to yesterday, they hadn't spoken at all over dinner.
Kratos set the metal box gently down on his desk next to his completely clean plate and beret before sitting down cross-legged on his bed, slightly hunched forward, with his fingers laced in front of him. He needed to sleep, but he couldn't - not now. Exhaling, he closed his eyes and let his head fall forward until the bridge of his nose was resting against his hands. If he couldn't sleep, he could at least just sit and enjoy the silence.
[M20; (unknowingly) waiting for Soma and Rapunzel]