A Komui in Love
*He skips out the door and into a courtyard, admiring the fresh scent of the air and the foliage and the bright blue sky. He's humming a song he doesn't know the name of. It's so beautiful. Everything is so beautiful. He spreads his arms out, holding a notebook in one hand and basks in the late-morning light. He has shed his heavy lab coat and is wearing black pants and a loose-fitting white shirt with a tie at the neckline. So happy to be out of his hospital gown. He's free. And he's in love. He is madly in love, and it is slowly torturing him. And so, he is outside skipping through the courtyard in such a manic mood that anyone who approaches him would do well to be a bit cautious. He feels much better, but he's still a bit physically exhausted, and he'll tire of the skipping fairly soon.*
*He was ill. So very ill. But he's better now. And yet something is still torturing him. That kiss.....*
(ooc: This is sick!komui, constantly ill from an innocence-related accident (read his journal for more info), and he is in love. Come bug him, give him advice, or try to find out what's written in that notebook of his. Or, if you're his Bak, watch him go even more nuts.)
*He was ill. So very ill. But he's better now. And yet something is still torturing him. That kiss.....*
(ooc: This is sick!komui, constantly ill from an innocence-related accident (read his journal for more info), and he is in love. Come bug him, give him advice, or try to find out what's written in that notebook of his. Or, if you're his Bak, watch him go even more nuts.)