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[greekavenger]

[This is Ken's room. It is number 507 in the Hisao Dormitories.]

[It's also Nemesis' room.]

[Either may answer, really.]

[[ooc; But if you want one of them specifically to answer, just put it in the subject header for the first tag. :|b]]

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Bothering, as promised

[double_reverse]

Hey. Hey. It's early morning. Not godless hours of the night early, more like "you'd be getting up around now if you had school" early. Most kids living in the Mall might not actually be up yet. In other words, it's probably not when you want someone knocking on your door.

"Ken-kun~?"

...A red!Nato with a big smile and a pretty little paper bag dangling from one hand is outside. And he isn't leaving until you open up.

[greekavenger]

The door peeks open, and there's a very rumpled-looking 'Ken-kun' staring at you, Rednato.

"What is it?"

... He sounds a bit older, actually.

[double_reverse]

...hrm. That's a little different from before. But he could just be sleepy, so red!Nato just continues smiling.

"I came to check up on you! And I brought tiramisu, if you haven't had breakfast yet."

Holds up the cake shop bag so you can see /o/

[greekavenger]

"Is that what mortals count for breakfast these days?"

... He doesn't sound impressed. At all.

[double_reverse]

Mortals, huh.

"No, it's what I count for breakfast."

His smile and cheerful tone remain the same.

"Mind letting me in? I have a couple of things to drop off."

[greekavenger]

"... Very well then."

He backs up, opening the door a bit more. The room is fairly clean, actually.

[double_reverse]

Red!Nato walks right on in, then. He notes where everything is placed while walking over to the counter.

"Oh, I'll cut this up for you while I'm here, too."

He takes some things out of the bag, including a cake box, several sheets of paper, and a cake knife. He sets the papers aside, then starts opening the box.

"Are you feeling okay today?"

[greekavenger]

"I'm feeling fine. Why do you ask?"

He leans against the counter, watching Minato.

[double_reverse]

"Because I said I'd come check up on you. Remember?"

Dividing up the cake, now. It smells like coffee and cocoa. He glances over at Ken.

[greekavenger]

"... Of course."

He chuckles at the cake. "I know of someone who would absolutely hate that cake."

[double_reverse]

"Really? It's so tasty, though."

Speaking like one who has great experience in the matter. Red!Nato finishes dividing the cake and sets the knife down in the box. He goes over to the papers.

"This has my contact info and stuff, in case you need something. And some interesting info on weird causes for amnesia I found at the library, but I'll take that back with me today."

Because copying it all down was a pain, and he's not so sure that you'll read it before tossing it. Sure enough, the notes he's leaving show a cell phone number, amongst other things. No address, though.

[greekavenger]

"... Hm."

He blinks, and stares at the cellphone number, before looking up at Rednato.

"Why are you so concerned?"

[double_reverse]

"Because losing two weeks of memory isn't a good sign."

All papers have been neatly stacked, the cake is cut, and he's now getting everything going back wit him together.

[greekavenger]

Losing two weeks of memory - oh. So he noticed.

"It's nothing to be concerned about."

[double_reverse]

"Of course it is. Two weeks is an awful lot of time for someone who's only going to live less than a century."

Putting aside the fact that it usually points to potential brain damage. Suspicious? Why, yes, yes we are.

[greekavenger]

"You never know how long someone's going to live."

He raises an eyebrow. "And it's not as if time matters in this place, anyway."