Synchronizing Watches

[splendid_evil]

Who: Open to anyone who wants to poke him.
When: Friday afternoon
Where: The cafeteria
Summary: Miharu's gone to get some food. He's not exactly the most sociable thing in the world, and he's just lingering about spacing out.
Rating: PG
Warnings: Possible angst/ disturbing concepts. Idk.

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[another_miharu]

This facility was small, and rather crowded. He recognized Miharu's ki by now. He could have easily picked the boy out, no matter how bad his eyesight had gotten, how far his senses had fallen. It was easy. It was familiar. It made Miharu rather easy to avoid this week.

Not that it was something that he particularly wanted to do, or even preferred, but more out of necessity. He didn't know what on Earth to say to the boy. He felt embarrassed, he felt scared of what Miharu might say. He felt a little sick, when he thought of how he had let himself do something like that, so easily. It made him burn and twinge in new ways, not comfortably

[splendid_evil]

He wasn't expecting to see Yoite. Yoite was worried about what had happened, and Miharu was too to a lesser extent. It was just a couple of kisses. That's what he kept telling himself. When he saw the doll held out to him though... His mask almost broke, lips parted slightly in a mockery of surprise. He hadn't even thought about his doll. though fear had seized him more than once at the strange- sometimes threatening sensations he'd experienced. He'd said nothing.

"My doll." Where was Yoite's? He would be safe though, right? He hoped. Miharu reached out to take the strange looking thing, and licked his lips.

"Where'd you find it?"

[another_miharu]

Yoite didn't care about his own doll. They couldn't control movements. They didn't reveal anything about him that would be potentially important. So far as he could tell, they only made you feel whatever was happening to the doll. The worst he could come to expect was pain, and it wasn't something that particularly scared him. But Miharu's-- He'd had enough. His doll was important to find.

There was a moment where his heart seized, where he was entirely sure that Miharu wasn't going to take the doll, possibly just because Yoite had touched it. But he did, take it. Yoite breathed out a slow sigh of relief.

"A man had it. His name is Sebastian. It wasn't his doll, so I took it."

[splendid_evil]

"You've been gone a lot." He knew Sebastian. Sebastian was scary. He wouldn't admit to that. He had to continue with his mask of self destructive indifference.

Miharu's lips twitched- the equivalent of a frown, and he looked at the doll in his hands. He wondered if Sebastian had fought- if Yoite had been hurt. He hated it when Yoite hurt himself while fighting for Miharu's sake. He wanted them to be a team.

"Ah... Thank you for getting it, Yoite."