To say Kei was nervous was an understatement. No, this young man was half tempted to have the butler of the house go over and get his wig. But no, he wanted to see his friend and appologize for everything. Everything that happened the other night and everything that happened over the past months.
He paused to pay the taxi driver and made his way up the stairs. It seemed like forever since he walked out of the house in pants and a shirt. Nothing girly about his outfit for the day; he didn't want to scare Sawaki any more than he already did. He still wasn't quite prepared when the door opened.
"Hey," he said quietly, feeling like he had been asked into the principals office.
Sawaki looked up at Kei. His friend was virtually unchanged. He was still taller, though not quite as much without those high heeled boots. Still wore that short, choppy cut. What could have driven Kei to this? Had he snapped after being told he was girly one too many times? He regretted not defending him more often. They'd been inseperable after all...The crazy kid and the girly boy vs. the World.
What had happened?
"Hi. Hold on, i'll get it." He disappeared into the forest of vats and snatched the wig from his room where he'd propped it on a bottle to stare at it. He returned and unceremoniously thrust it at him. There was a pause as pregnant as a frightened teenager buying baby clothes in a musty thrift shop. Sawaki looked away and down.
Kei nodded and took the oportunity to peer into the appartment. Just like he thought, full of brewing vats and no doubt the microbes that did the most of the work. He took a cautious step forward only to have something dark and hairy smacked at his chest. His wig. Right, he came here to get it.
"Yeah..." Sawaki's gaze went up to Kei's feet, up his body until they were looking awkwardly at each other. "I..." There was so much he wanted to say, so much venting he wanted to do. Firstly he wanted to tell Kei off for dissapearing, making him think something terrible had happened. For decieving him. But the words died on his lips.
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He paused to pay the taxi driver and made his way up the stairs. It seemed like forever since he walked out of the house in pants and a shirt. Nothing girly about his outfit for the day; he didn't want to scare Sawaki any more than he already did. He still wasn't quite prepared when the door opened.
"Hey," he said quietly, feeling like he had been asked into the principals office.
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What could have driven Kei to this? Had he snapped after being told he was girly one too many times? He regretted not defending him more often. They'd been inseperable after all...The crazy kid and the girly boy vs. the World.
What had happened?
"Hi. Hold on, i'll get it." He disappeared into the forest of vats and snatched the wig from his room where he'd propped it on a bottle to stare at it. He returned and unceremoniously thrust it at him. There was a pause as pregnant as a frightened teenager buying baby clothes in a musty thrift shop. Sawaki looked away and down.
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"Uh.. Thanks." Oh could this get more akward?
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