backdated. locked.
Who: ura_no_ura, penetrable, & torporheart
When: backdated to 02/06 saturday
Where: starting at apartment 209
Summary: continued from here. miharu's sickly. gd rats. kakashi is saving the day. yoite is wigging out. it's all sorts of gorgeous.
Warnings: meh
"Mhm," even the quiet agreeable sound takes a moment or so. He takes in a breath, then covers his face with blanket-covered hands for a beat. He's already tired of walking around so much and would be perfectly content to just drop on the ground. But he won't.
"I should let Yoite know you're here," wearily, "I told him you were coming, though." Hopefully, the older teen was still back in the bedroom. As Miharu shuffled back down the hall, his socked feet crunched over dead leaves and the like. The house was a mess. It was frustrating for him to watch it. Shinrabanshou wasn't speaking to him either, but he could feel it's presence- teasing. 'You're too weak to stop me right now, aren't you? I should be allowed out for a little while.' Even though it won't directly say it.
He toes bits of foliage aimlessly out of the way and resists the urge get the broom and sweep it up. A bit before they make it to the room, a bushel of lavenders produces, but Miharu whips around and tears them from their stalks before shaking the flowers off his hand. This is really- It's stupid, Shinrabanshou, so cut it out already. That wisdom is trying to make a point, though.
A tinny sigh, then he moves into the room.
When: backdated to 02/06 saturday
Where: starting at apartment 209
Summary: continued from here. miharu's sickly. gd rats. kakashi is saving the day. yoite is wigging out. it's all sorts of gorgeous.
Warnings: meh
"Mhm," even the quiet agreeable sound takes a moment or so. He takes in a breath, then covers his face with blanket-covered hands for a beat. He's already tired of walking around so much and would be perfectly content to just drop on the ground. But he won't.
"I should let Yoite know you're here," wearily, "I told him you were coming, though." Hopefully, the older teen was still back in the bedroom. As Miharu shuffled back down the hall, his socked feet crunched over dead leaves and the like. The house was a mess. It was frustrating for him to watch it. Shinrabanshou wasn't speaking to him either, but he could feel it's presence- teasing. 'You're too weak to stop me right now, aren't you? I should be allowed out for a little while.' Even though it won't directly say it.
He toes bits of foliage aimlessly out of the way and resists the urge get the broom and sweep it up. A bit before they make it to the room, a bushel of lavenders produces, but Miharu whips around and tears them from their stalks before shaking the flowers off his hand. This is really- It's stupid, Shinrabanshou, so cut it out already. That wisdom is trying to make a point, though.
A tinny sigh, then he moves into the room.