Edgar, as ever, spent more time at home than he ever did at the Nexus - or anywhere else. He'd always tell Isamu to take care, have a good time, and all that when he went out, and when he came back, Edgar would always be there. Kind of reassuring, to know where he was at nearly all times ( Read more... )

There's the sound of a door opening, back on the planet of dust. It's one of the doors to the only inhabited home on the whole globe.

There's the sound of boots softly traipsing on hardwood floor, and leather pants making that little shifting sound they do.

Maybe Edgar came home?

...Bringing Isamu and Edgar back to their living room. Edgar sat on the couch, comfortable. Inviting Isamu to sit with or on him.

"You have to tell your story first."

That was a good rest.

"And I'm the lucky man, am I?" Edgar replied, moving in close to kiss her softly on the neck.

"Beautiful goddess, you are, how can I say no?" He said, putting his hands on her hips, getting a feel for them again.

He'd be lying if he said that he hadn't been looking forward to this ( Read more... )

I understand now. I finally understand. You came to me before I was ready, that is all ( Read more... )

If the bodies didn't fade away, there'd be a decent amount of corpses in Isamu and Edgar's little mall living quarters. Fights. You know. They happen ( Read more... )

For anyone wondering, I have been back home.

Do not ask why.

...What was that.

Fuck, I'm hung over.