But I'm strong Strong enough to carry him [Closed]
Characters: brazo_izquierda and pimpcoatbankai
Date/Time: Evening of the 18th.
Location: Kind's place in Temporary Housing
Rating: The standard PG-13 for gingers with a potty mouth.
Summary: Toushi goes looking for KC and ends up finding a lot more than he bargained for: an unexpectedly familiar face.
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It was a cold evening, and Toushi had pulled up the hood of his sweater to keep the cold from his ears. His breath misted before him as he made his way quickly through the residential areas towards the Temporary Housing area, hoping quietly that the cat that the newcomer had picked up did turn out to be KC so that he didn't have to go searching for the runty beast in the night. There'd be no peace from Kazahana until the cat was found, and Toushi had to admit she had a point. It was cold, and KC was too damn spoilt to be able to fend for himself in this weather.
He thrust his hands into the pockets of his jacket, wriggling his fingers to keep the circulation going, before a thought suddenly struck him.
He had no idea which was Kind's place, and he'd left his journal back home.
Damn.
Something else was tugging at him too, not that he fully appreciated what it was. There was a vaguely familiar reiatsu nudging at the edge of his senses- poor as he was at picking out unfamiliar patterns- and if he had stopped to think or concentrate, he would have noticed it. As it was, he was too busy mentally berating himself for not asking directions.
Oh well. He'd just have to knock on someone's door, ask if they knew where Kind lived, and take it from there. So he went to the first door he came to and knocked.
Date/Time: Evening of the 18th.
Location: Kind's place in Temporary Housing
Rating: The standard PG-13 for gingers with a potty mouth.
Summary: Toushi goes looking for KC and ends up finding a lot more than he bargained for: an unexpectedly familiar face.
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It was a cold evening, and Toushi had pulled up the hood of his sweater to keep the cold from his ears. His breath misted before him as he made his way quickly through the residential areas towards the Temporary Housing area, hoping quietly that the cat that the newcomer had picked up did turn out to be KC so that he didn't have to go searching for the runty beast in the night. There'd be no peace from Kazahana until the cat was found, and Toushi had to admit she had a point. It was cold, and KC was too damn spoilt to be able to fend for himself in this weather.
He thrust his hands into the pockets of his jacket, wriggling his fingers to keep the circulation going, before a thought suddenly struck him.
He had no idea which was Kind's place, and he'd left his journal back home.
Damn.
Something else was tugging at him too, not that he fully appreciated what it was. There was a vaguely familiar reiatsu nudging at the edge of his senses- poor as he was at picking out unfamiliar patterns- and if he had stopped to think or concentrate, he would have noticed it. As it was, he was too busy mentally berating himself for not asking directions.
Oh well. He'd just have to knock on someone's door, ask if they knew where Kind lived, and take it from there. So he went to the first door he came to and knocked.