yeah, the truth is that i miss you... so
[Mail hums softly as he hops steadily down the stairs, opening the door out into the downstairs lobby of his apartment building. It's been a busy, busy month, and he hasn't been getting too much sleep lately, for some reason... It's weird. It just always feels like there's something gone or missing, and he hasn't been able to put his finger on what it is.
Oh well, he thinks as he makes a few long strides across the lobby, coming to the front door of the building in just a few steps.
The lack of sleep's done wonders for the new album, and it's actually put Mihael in a somewhat decent mood for the past few weeks; Mail frowns at that, though, as he reaches for the door and starts to push it open. All it takes to make Mihael happy is for me to lose, oh, I dunno, a good chunk'a sleep over work?
But it's not over work, and he knows it; how he knows, he's still not sure.
As he starts walking outside, he stops, staring ahead of him with a really confused look on his face. The street's managed to turn into a hallway, it seems, and Mail just blinks at it for a moment, unsure of whether he's dreaming or dead. He starts to turn to go back inside - but there's just more hall.
Great.]
Uh. Yeah. Anyone there?
[[ooc: aaaaaaaaaaand he's back. :D Mail, AU!Matt, world without Kira, singer, blah blah, YEYS. *hides*]]