⇨ Log № 001 ₪ [02]

[skyglide]

Who: trecks and somarium.
Where: Residential area.
When: Late morning/Early afternoon.
Style: Either.
Status: Open.

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[No longer at risk of bleeding out or dying of infection thanks to Shizuo, Akito is now properly bandaged, freshly-escaped from the clinic, and enjoying his new, (almost) pain-free freedom by eating a proper meal for the first time since his

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Midget trap, meet other midget trap

[loving_kitten]

[Ritsuka had entered the noodle shop to pick up some quick nabe since Soubi wouldn't be coming over. His ears perked when he saw the other... boy? But didn't say anything as he went near the counter where the boy was sitting. He paused and his ears perked again when he saw the scrubs and... roller blades?]

[skyglide]

[Akito spares only a passing glance when the other boy comes close. He eyes the ears, but is largely disinterested - it's not the strangest thing he's seen before, or the first time he's seen something like that.

He quickly turns his attention back to his bowl of noodles, frowning at the realization that it's empty, and begins to pick at the hospital bracelet left around his wrist while he waits for a refill. It's irritating, and difficult to tear off.]

[loving_kitten]

You'll need scissors for that. [Ritsuka was used to hospital bracelets.]

[skyglide]

[Akito is momentarily startled by the address, though is quick to pause, then bring his wrist down to the blade of his A-T to slice the obnoxious piece of plastic off.]

Thanks.

[...He'll fiddle with the remains while he waits for his food, to keep his hands occupied. It's a good distraction.]