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Who: Demsond Miles (menemotechnics), Kaien Shiba (heartbetween).
When: Some time after this.
Where: Kaien's apartment.
Format: Action.
What: Desmond's going to help him clear out his apartment!! And explain why he's a miserable liar.
Warnings: PROBABLY A LOT OF AWKWARD...

Comments

[heartbetween]

[There's a delay of about fifteen seconds between the knock and the time that Kaien opens the door. He hadn't been anywhere near the door when he'd heard the knock, and Desmond might have heard a "just a minute!" called out from inside as he walked towards the door.

There's the customary big grin on his face when the door is opened and he stands aside to let Desmond in. His shihakushou is a little bit rumpled from straightening things up, but he pays it no mind. Kaien raises a hand in a wave.]

Hey, Michael! You made it. Didn't have any trouble finding my apartment, I hope. Come on in.

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[ It's not that he isn't used to lying, he's been doing it for most of his fucking life. But it's just that he isn't really cut out for this sort of thing, you know, secret life and all that ( which is how he'd blown his cover eventually back home, incidentally ) -- he didn't like lying.

He's pretty practiced, nonetheless, and hesitates only briefly before smiling and stepping through the door, nodding in greeting with a bit of a friendly laugh. ]

Yeah, no worries.

Thanks again for having me, man -- I owe you one.

[heartbetween]

It's no big deal, don't worry about it.

[Well, at least, to Kaien it's not. To him, it wasn't even really a choice; he couldn't just leave someone to fend for themselves on the streets, especially with everything that had been happening lately. When he'd seen Desmond's post, the offer had been automatic.]

Would you like something to eat or drink or anything before we get started with cleaning up and such?

[And he turns to the side a little, as if he's about to head for the kitchen, but really it's more to cover the (silent) yawn and the arm that shifts slightly to rub at his eyes.]

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[ It is a big deal, however, in Desmond's world. Something like this was a measure of trust, and while it's clear that Kaien tends to trust -- a lot of people -- Desmond doesn't come from that kind of a world, or share that kind of a mindset. It makes him a little uncomfortable.

He really needs to come clean about this shit, but he doesn't know where to start, how much to say before Kaien will think he's crazy or what, how much to say before it could be dangerous.

Then he remembered, oh right, death-god-thing, so maybe Kaien wouldn't think he was crazy. But yeah. ]

Nah, it's alright. I'm good.

[ Deflecting common courtesy has become a bit of a habit for him, now. A pause, and quite slowly, in an almost measured kind of voice; ]

Hey -- Kaien, can I talk to you for a sec?