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[Those entering this hallway will find an unusual sight, at least it would be in most homes. Kanda is all dressed up in a kimono and he's trying to get Lavi into a yukata but it seems like Lavi is just determined to make it difficult. He's not following directions very well.]

I thought you said to hold it closed the other way! [Lavi currently has ( Read more... )

[On this day last year, Dressing Room, you brought in one (1) double-agent Kanda Yu. What is he doing today, you ask? Well, he's babysitting. No longer a double agent or even a participant in the non-existent war that creeps in and out; he's just a trouble-magnet of a godfather now ( Read more... )

[In the middle of the room sits a white piano, and at the bench sits one Kanda Yu. He's got one arm in a sling, and his Tease sits where the music scores go. Kanda's idly playing the beginnings of a familiar song, though it's not exact. It's close, though ( Read more... )

[Some might recognize the scene. Someone sitting on the ground, shackled to the floor and in prison garb. He looks...kinda horrible. Like he hasn't slept or eaten in a good few days. Considering a certain someone was just broken out of the Order? There are more ofuda on the walls, even some on the shackles themselves. Extra precaution. Extra ( Read more... )

[There's a fire in the middle of this particular courtyard, and a Kanda just standing in front of it, watching. His Tease is out, fluttering near him worriedly. He's not in in uniform, opting for a simple grey-blue dress shirt and jeans ( Read more... )

[In the West wing, one of the halls has a few boxes stacked outside of a room. It's Kanda's, and he's in the middle of packing some things. When he's finished backing, he'll stack up the lighter boxes inside his room on the floor and come out caring the heaviest first ( Read more... )

[The victim today is one of the various dojos in the East wing. There's broken training dummies scattered on the floor, what whatever remains still stand, Kanda's still attacking them. His hands are still bandages, even a little bloody, but he still doesn't stop.

Not until a hand spasms from everything, anyway.]

Fuck.

[It had been nearly a week since he was killed. The entire time, Kanda had stayed in his room in the Southwest to rest. He hadn't left the room until today. And today? He was in one of the infirmaries, looking for bandages ( Read more... )

[Kanda's in some empty room between his rooms in the West and Southwest. He's leaning back against one of the couches, sunken in a little with his legs folded underneath him with an open book in his lap. He's also not in his uniform, opting for casual wear this time.

He's just staring at the book, and he looks exhausted.

Feel free to bother?]