[Backdated to a few hours after the meeting yesterday, when Kanda returns to his room to find that someone's been eating his porridge stealing his clothes.

It would be redundant to say that he sounds angry, since he always sounds angry. This time, though, there's some bemusement mixed in.]

Who the hell has been in my bedroom?

[He doesn't sound concerned, certainly, but he's had a good careful look around and he knows he's not asking this for no reason.]

Where's Lenalee?

[It's mid-morning on Tuesday when Kanda walks into the front hall of the Dixon house, looking around somewhat bemusedly.

Late the night before, a message arrived at the boarding house where he and his de facto companion had been given rooms. It read simply: If you would both be so good as to relocate your residence to 513 W. Miskatonic Avenue. We ( Read more... )