Talks (Closed RP: Kusuriyuri, Kurama & Kuronue)
Kuronue had had enough of this lying around waiting for shit. Kusuriyuri, being as old as he was, could have taken months to mull over one simple thing.
Kuronue had waited four hundred odd years to get what he wanted, and now that it was possibly within reach he was just so absolutely over having to sit around and wait he couldn't take it anymore. If Kusuriyuri wanted to discuss this thing with Kurama after the new year, then he would allow him that, but no longer.
With that logic, Kuronue stood outside Kusuriyuri's office at a little past midnight. He rapped on the door with his knuckles lightly, knowing that the old fart was probably aware of him already, but if he was going to get what he wanted it'd help to behave. Still, he was pretty sure he'd get shot down and warded to the floor for daring. If not by Kusuriyuri then by Inari.
He nudged at the door with his foot after a moment and peaked inside.
Kuronue had waited four hundred odd years to get what he wanted, and now that it was possibly within reach he was just so absolutely over having to sit around and wait he couldn't take it anymore. If Kusuriyuri wanted to discuss this thing with Kurama after the new year, then he would allow him that, but no longer.
With that logic, Kuronue stood outside Kusuriyuri's office at a little past midnight. He rapped on the door with his knuckles lightly, knowing that the old fart was probably aware of him already, but if he was going to get what he wanted it'd help to behave. Still, he was pretty sure he'd get shot down and warded to the floor for daring. If not by Kusuriyuri then by Inari.
He nudged at the door with his foot after a moment and peaked inside.