Untitled drabble for Thea's paid time.
A fall chill has sharpened the night air. Kanda blinks up at the ceiling. It might be midnight by now; he's not sure. He refuses to concede by looking at the clock.
Panthera stirs in the opposite bed. His movements are so languid it is difficult to tell when he is restless, or merely moving in his sleep; but this time he rises and leaves the room. Kanda blinks briefly at the splash of light from the hallway.
Panthera returns carrying two steaming bowls. Kanda smells mushrooms and soba, and allows himself to smile.
He follows Panthera to the roof.
Panthera stirs in the opposite bed. His movements are so languid it is difficult to tell when he is restless, or merely moving in his sleep; but this time he rises and leaves the room. Kanda blinks briefly at the splash of light from the hallway.
Panthera returns carrying two steaming bowls. Kanda smells mushrooms and soba, and allows himself to smile.
He follows Panthera to the roof.