[Closed\In Progress]
Who: Atem and Ritsuka
Where: Ritsuka's place of residence
What: Atem worries about his friend and decides to make a surprise visit.
When: Friday, early evening.
Warnings: Sounds like angst and depression
Atem closed up the shop for the night, as usual not having to do much to do so. There were no customers to shoo away, no other people to tell who to come in tomorrow or what needed to be done. It was a quiet place of work, but that's what he liked about it.
After going home to the quiet apartment, and staring at the LP Kaiba had trusted him to keep for about fifteen minutes, he decided he needed to do something. And it was easy to come to a conclusion of what he should be doing. He knew Ritsuka hadn't been faring well lately, and he had promised to be there for the other when times got tough.
He assumed times were tough. So he packed his new favored creation of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, along with some cut up vegetables and fruits and the jar of peanut butter itself and tucked them away into a bag.
After checking where it was Ritsuka stayed, he made his way there, no announcement of his visit in case the boy would just tell him no anyway. When he found the door, he knocked, waiting for some kind of life.
Where: Ritsuka's place of residence
What: Atem worries about his friend and decides to make a surprise visit.
When: Friday, early evening.
Warnings: Sounds like angst and depression
Atem closed up the shop for the night, as usual not having to do much to do so. There were no customers to shoo away, no other people to tell who to come in tomorrow or what needed to be done. It was a quiet place of work, but that's what he liked about it.
After going home to the quiet apartment, and staring at the LP Kaiba had trusted him to keep for about fifteen minutes, he decided he needed to do something. And it was easy to come to a conclusion of what he should be doing. He knew Ritsuka hadn't been faring well lately, and he had promised to be there for the other when times got tough.
He assumed times were tough. So he packed his new favored creation of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, along with some cut up vegetables and fruits and the jar of peanut butter itself and tucked them away into a bag.
After checking where it was Ritsuka stayed, he made his way there, no announcement of his visit in case the boy would just tell him no anyway. When he found the door, he knocked, waiting for some kind of life.