[ had Mr Izaya told Mr Juuta about all of this...? the question plagues Crona's mind almost feverishly; fingers scrambling up to tangle in his short hair, pulling on it slightly out of habit. it's too much... he doesn't know how to deal with thi-
a knock.
...and then another! and another! ]
Who is...?
[ scrambling to his feet clumsily, Crona inches up to the window, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes for a second, preparing for whoever might be there. it isn't so much a fear of strangers, as a fear of the familiar-- and he's going to have to deal with it whether he wants to or not.
-- ...ah, that's- ]
Mr Juuta...!
[ clamping a hand over his mouth before he can speak too loudly, Crona quickly backs away from the window, eyes wide. he's here. he's actually here. he can't--- well, he could hide, pretend he isn't home, but-- no, of course he can't do that. regardless of what Mr Juuta came to say, Crona firmly believes he has a right to say it
( ... )
[ a-ah, he doesn't seem very mad...maybe it's alright. but is that because he knows and doesn't care, or that he just hasn't found out yet? Crona shakes these thoughts from mind with a nervous nod, stepping back to let Juuta in. ]
Um, sure--
[ TO THE LIVING ROOM!!! -thankfully, no one seems to be about the house at the moment, so this is probably as private as they can get without going up to Crona's room-- which, while probably more comfortable by principle is also really awkward to imagine.
the meister is about to ask why Juuta's come to visit, but the question seems idiotic. he won't feign innocence-- so he stays silent and waits for the other to speak. ]
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a knock.
...and then another! and another! ]
Who is...?
[ scrambling to his feet clumsily, Crona inches up to the window, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes for a second, preparing for whoever might be there. it isn't so much a fear of strangers, as a fear of the familiar-- and he's going to have to deal with it whether he wants to or not.
-- ...ah, that's- ]
Mr Juuta...!
[ clamping a hand over his mouth before he can speak too loudly, Crona quickly backs away from the window, eyes wide. he's here. he's actually here. he can't--- well, he could hide, pretend he isn't home, but-- no, of course he can't do that. regardless of what Mr Juuta came to say, Crona firmly believes he has a right to say it ( ... )
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Cute Crona! May I come in?
[ yep, this is no time to beat around the bush. ]
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Um, sure--
[ TO THE LIVING ROOM!!! -thankfully, no one seems to be about the house at the moment, so this is probably as private as they can get without going up to Crona's room-- which, while probably more comfortable by principle is also really awkward to imagine.
the meister is about to ask why Juuta's come to visit, but the question seems idiotic. he won't feign innocence-- so he stays silent and waits for the other to speak. ]
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