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[nololiplz]

Who: Kazuhiko Yukimi and Open!
What: Yukimi has returned from the dead.
When: Wednesday the 9th, Afternoon
Where: The city area leading to his apartment.
Warning: Other than Yukimi probably cussing, no.

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[liricamente]

Yoite is, at this time, on the living room floor at Yukimi's home. He's been there for a couple of hours; he's dozing on and off. His hat and coat are discarded, but his gloves and shoes stay on. He is, to put it simply, quite miserable.

Hopefully something will come and cheer him up. ;_;

[nololiplz]

It wasn't entirely obnoxious to walk all the way back to his apartment. He felt like he needed to eat and shower and all that good stuff. Yukimi wondered how long he had been gone for. A day? A week? A month? Who knew?

Yukimi grumbled a bit as he made is way up to his apartment and hoped that it hadn't been given out to someone else in the time he was gone. Standing in front of the door, he patted himself down. No key. Did he really lose everything all at once? Oh well, he'd check the door. Sometimes he left it unlocked for Yoite.

He was lucky. Turning the handle completely, he pushed the door open. Ah, home sweet home.

[liricamente]

Ahh, was it Miharu? Yoite had told him to go home, hadn't he? 'Go home,' he'd said, 'And I'll wait for Yukimi. I'll find him, still.'

Barely shifting, and muffled against the floor, "You shouldn't come in recklessly."

[nololiplz]

"Since when was coming into my own apartment considered reckless?"