Making Mischief

[sandnsky]

Who: Daisya Barry and anyone else!

What: Trying to find a cure for boredom.

Where: Out in the back yard somewhere- he's avoiding the housekeeper still.

When: Mid-afternoon, around 3pm.

Rating and Warnings: PG-13? He swears sometimes.

Comments

Laaaaaate thread start is late orz

[kandescence]

It was nearing evening when Kanda stepped out of the house intending to have a solitary walk around the grounds in the late afternoon sun.

He'd felt strangely out of sorts since his conversation with Allen two days before, like his equilibrium had been knocked off balance by the news of events in their world, and he'd yet to regain his center of gravity.

Momentum had to be the key, the swordsman figured. The thing that would set him right again, like a gyroscope that can manage to keep upright so long as its spin continued at speed. Keep moving. Don't think.

Don't think of Alma.

Don't think of the Order or what they've done. What they did then. ...Or now.

Don't think of Allen. Or the memories he saw. Or the past he now knew.

Don't think of the words he spoke. The look on his face as he said them--.

Don't think of what he is.

The truth was, Kanda hadn't been thinking of Daisya in particular any more than he'd been thinking about his confrontation with George the other day. There was too much that he was preoccupied with

No worries~ I'm just getting caught up ._.

[sandnsky]

Daisya knew from the long years of being an Exorcist that he was being watched. Further exploration into the sensation of eyes on him led him to believe that whoever it was wasn't someone who intended him harm- if they did, they'd get a nasty surprise anyway, so Daisya chose not to worry.

Instead he shifted a little, yawning and stretching, before resuming his devil-may-care pose. "Y'may as well come out," he said, his voice a lazy drawl. "I know you're there, an' if you're gonna be starin' at somethin' there's a lot better things t'look at than my ugly face."

Annnd I am behind on everything (still; again) ;;

[kandescence]

Kanda would have liked to feel irritated or peevish at the implication he was hiding. But he couldn't. It was just so...Daisya to say something like that without even bothering to look at who was there.

But of course now that he had been called to, there was nothing for Kanda to do but approach, and he did, stepping closer until his long late afternoon shadow fell on the spot where Daisya lay. Kanda himself was still several feet away, but he stopped there and spoke. "As if I'd come out here for that. You're in my way," but he said it without any ire. The complaint was almost obligatory from Kanda, even though he had no reason to be angry with Daisya in particular.

/super late X____X

[sandnsky]

Daisya rolled his eyes. "In your way in th' middle of this giant yard? Your excuses suck. ... but since you're here y'may as well stay awhile." He didn't particularly want to discuss anything that had happened at home, he found- it made his stomach feel odd, and to be perfectly honest it pissed him off that everyone had already decided his fate without asking him what he thought of it.

... though death rarely did ask, really.

Still, Daisya continued laying on his back, breathing and generally being alive, staring up at the sky and waiting to see what Kanda would do. He was more or less used to the man's moods, and if he was in one, Daisya figured he'd just walk off to do whatever it is that he did to cool off.

The elephant gets to wait.

/even later

[kandescence]

For a moment Kanda did consider walking off. But only for a moment