For Whom the Bell Tolls (Open RP)
The halls were quiet when he made his way out of his room, his hair damp and hanging limp down his back, along his shoulders. His footsteps echoed along the halls, turned to quiet taps as he made his way into the closest courtyard and stood in the sun for a moment, tilting his head up to the sun. The light was warm on his face and chest, the breeze playing with his hair lightly, drying it.
He placed his hands in his pockets and speculated.
There had been a lapse, somewhere, in his memory of his time here, and then he'd woken covered in butter and bruises. After a bath he felt much better, cleaner, and his muscles had stopped aching, his body healed. Still though, he couldn't stop his thoughts. He wondered if Kurama was still here, and all those pretty little others that he had enjoyed toying with just as much. The no-kill spell on the school was an annoyance, truly.
Hmmm.
Violet eyes opened a little. Perhaps he would let Kurama find him, the halls wouldn't be silent forever, after all, and they tended to have eyes and ears.
He placed his hands in his pockets and speculated.
There had been a lapse, somewhere, in his memory of his time here, and then he'd woken covered in butter and bruises. After a bath he felt much better, cleaner, and his muscles had stopped aching, his body healed. Still though, he couldn't stop his thoughts. He wondered if Kurama was still here, and all those pretty little others that he had enjoyed toying with just as much. The no-kill spell on the school was an annoyance, truly.
Hmmm.
Violet eyes opened a little. Perhaps he would let Kurama find him, the halls wouldn't be silent forever, after all, and they tended to have eyes and ears.