[closed~]
Characters: Kozato Enma, Spain
Location: The beautiful floor 11 of Casualty Communal
Rating: G (...gee gee gee, baby baby baby...)
Time: September 9th, not horridly long after this.
Description: SO ABOUT THAT PARTNER BUSINESS...
It was, Enma told himself, rather impossible to have a partner if you never went to talk to them. It wasn't an unreasonable conclusion to reach, oh no, quite the opposite, it was perfectly logical. After all, the being partners thing (as far as he had been able to deduce) involved trust and cooperation and face to face contact and a whole milieu of other things that Enma really couldn't call himself an expert on, but, well, if cooperation on his part meant returning home sooner, it was worth giving it all a shot.
Maybe.
Possibly.
The minuscule jury up in his head was still out on that one.
His gaze fell to his shoes, a pair of ruddy sneakers lined up carefully against the wall near the door. They weren't on his feet yet. He frowned, shifted his attention to his feet, curling his toes inside of his socks experimentally before heaving a sigh and moving hesitantly towards the door.
Going a few feet down the hall to the apartment next to his, Enma thought, was turning out to be more of a chore than he had initially predicted. He slid his feet into his shoes carefully, first the left, then the right, and reached for the doorknob.
Deep breaths. It's just talking. He could do that if he put his mind to it, right? Sure. Of course. Potentially. ....Maybe not, but at least he wasn't setting his expectations too high.
And with that, he shoved the door open and took several uncertain steps down the hall, eyes fixed firmly on his feet, stopping when he caught sight of the bottom of his neighbor's door. He took a pause to prepare himself, then reached out and....
Well, missed the wall and knocked on the door instead, but that mistake was quickly corrected.
Location: The beautiful floor 11 of Casualty Communal
Rating: G (...gee gee gee, baby baby baby...)
Time: September 9th, not horridly long after this.
Description: SO ABOUT THAT PARTNER BUSINESS...
It was, Enma told himself, rather impossible to have a partner if you never went to talk to them. It wasn't an unreasonable conclusion to reach, oh no, quite the opposite, it was perfectly logical. After all, the being partners thing (as far as he had been able to deduce) involved trust and cooperation and face to face contact and a whole milieu of other things that Enma really couldn't call himself an expert on, but, well, if cooperation on his part meant returning home sooner, it was worth giving it all a shot.
Maybe.
Possibly.
The minuscule jury up in his head was still out on that one.
His gaze fell to his shoes, a pair of ruddy sneakers lined up carefully against the wall near the door. They weren't on his feet yet. He frowned, shifted his attention to his feet, curling his toes inside of his socks experimentally before heaving a sigh and moving hesitantly towards the door.
Going a few feet down the hall to the apartment next to his, Enma thought, was turning out to be more of a chore than he had initially predicted. He slid his feet into his shoes carefully, first the left, then the right, and reached for the doorknob.
Deep breaths. It's just talking. He could do that if he put his mind to it, right? Sure. Of course. Potentially. ....Maybe not, but at least he wasn't setting his expectations too high.
And with that, he shoved the door open and took several uncertain steps down the hall, eyes fixed firmly on his feet, stopping when he caught sight of the bottom of his neighbor's door. He took a pause to prepare himself, then reached out and....
Well, missed the wall and knocked on the door instead, but that mistake was quickly corrected.