37th bomb || Hayato Gokudera || [video/private text][backdated to monday morning]

[killer_melon]

[The feed comes on to a rather dour looking silver haired teen, scowling at a little furry creature in front of him on the table. While usually he would be all kinds of excited to see a strange animal being a shameless occult nerd, after last week he felt that it was replacing his mother. So many people had just up an vanished lately, including

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[in person, if

[fortunatefan]

[Look who's standing in the doorway to your room just a moment later? That stalker-talent? Its not solely yours anymore, Hayato. His creature was walking behind him shortly. Ryuutaro had not paid much attention to it yet.]

Not busy at all. Can I come in?

[Quite the contrary of busy. Ever since he got up early in the morning he'd practically been waiting for Hayato to contact him]

[in person]

[killer_melon]

[Hayato was a bit surprised how quickly Ryuutaro responded... and that he responded right outside his door.]

Yeah, of course.

[And ignoring the pouting little animal on his table, he got up to greet his boyfriend. He didn't really know what he wanted to do, or even what he could say... he just didn't want to be alone at the moment.]

[in person]

[fortunatefan]

[Ryuutaro stepped in until he was in front of Hayato and took his hands as he smiled up at him. He had known monday would be hard ever from their conversation in the dining room... actually even before. His fortune-telling, or whatever was left of it here, told him the same thing, but it's not like he needed it in this case. It had been obvious.]

Good morning.

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[killer_melon]

[Hayato looked down at their hands and smiled weakly, giving them a little squeeze.]

Mornin'....

[And he leaned down to bump his head against Ryuutaro's affectionately as his smile faded. He just... didn't feel good...and he didn't know how to deal with it. Usually he'd just go out and take his temper out on someone else, but now that just didn't feel like an option. Not after he had died anyway. He couldn't even find the motivation to work on his bombs or formulas. What was the point anymore? He felt all sorts of mixed up and jumbled, he had been here for too long...]