rl with Omi

[unjust_siberian]

Maybe Omi was right. Maybe he'd been avoiding the younger Weiss, but right now, he was actually working. Of course, that was what he'd been telling himself while he puttered around the cooler in the now closed Koneko. One thing that always seemed to help him think was having his hands busy with some mindless chore or task.

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[graceful_bombay]

Omi knew he was right; he usually was. He slipped into the darkened shop, careful to shut the door behind him as he made his way through rows of plants. He paused at the door to the cooler, knocking before he came in.

[unjust_siberian]

The sound took him by surprise, but he didn't jump. He knew who it was just by the fact that they'd knocked. Yohji would've already been shooting his mouth off and Aya, while silent, wouldn't have bothered knocking before he'd just walked right in.

"... hey. Shouldn't you be in bed?"

[graceful_bombay]

Omi smiled a little, shrugging. "It's a holiday tomorrow. No class."

He let it rest at that, leaning back against one of the counters, his eyes sweeping Ken warily.

[unjust_siberian]

He felt the skin of his back prickle under his shirt and he knew he was being watched. Heart thudding a little harder in his chest, he glanced back at his companion, his expression just as wary.

".... well. That's good. Nice to have a day off, huh?"