[ Whatever satisfaction she gets from hearing that he'll come back is short lived, as there's a little squeak from Maple as he falls, and her hands come up to her chest. ]
Komaeda-kun! ... Are you okay, Komaeda-kun? Be careful...
[ She's worried.
Elsewhere, Hiyori has finally made his way back to the apartment. As Maple had predicted, he had offered to compensate for the trouble he'd caused by taking her out. That had not been enough for her, and he had been volunteered to buy for both her and Namida, and was hardly in a position to refuse. His wallet is lighter for it, and he's far later in getting back than anticipated, but in the end it had proven to be fortunate. Their outings tended to be strained, with Harai only lightening up after two or three rounds, but wit the three of them together it had almost felt like their high school days.
Almost, if not for that ever present distance between them.
But he's back now, and the apartment door is locked. He digs around in his pocket with a frown, remembering that his key is in somebody else's care. Did that mean Komaeda was here? Or perhaps he had simply locked it on his way out. That would be regrettable.
...
It's just intuition, but he thinks that he should slip in quietly. So rather than ring the doorbell or try calling his home line, he walks to the next apartment over. He takes out the keychain with his office key, and pops the door open. He rented out both, finding that he had the funds to and finding it to convenient for his needs. It was a place that was warm, personalized, and that seemed to be lived in.
he'd paid somebody to do it, and he'd let somebody on hard times live there for free while he set them up. It had proven to be convenient, as they'd added their own charm to it, and they had repaid him the favor tenfold by now. It gave him a place to take those one night stands and short lived relationships, people who had no place knowing who he was, and for those guests and relationships that he wanted to build up in earnest but might think him cold if they saw the monochrome colors and sparse conditions of his apartment.
Ah, in retrospect, he should have sent Komaeda here. But it might have been too obvious.
Regardless, he's quick to retrieve the key to the adjacent apartment and lock it up tight. Then he walks into the only apartment that he'd denote as his, and pushes the door open, slipping in quietly before shutting it behind him and locking that behind him. He walks through the apartment quietly, keeping his steps light - he had always excelled at slipping in and out of places undetected.
all of the above, lord they're both such thirsty fucks i can't deal w/ it but it gotta happen now
Komaeda-kun! ... Are you okay, Komaeda-kun? Be careful...
[ She's worried.
Elsewhere, Hiyori has finally made his way back to the apartment. As Maple had predicted, he had offered to compensate for the trouble he'd caused by taking her out. That had not been enough for her, and he had been volunteered to buy for both her and Namida, and was hardly in a position to refuse. His wallet is lighter for it, and he's far later in getting back than anticipated, but in the end it had proven to be fortunate. Their outings tended to be strained, with Harai only lightening up after two or three rounds, but wit the three of them together it had almost felt like their high school days.
Almost, if not for that ever present distance between them.
But he's back now, and the apartment door is locked. He digs around in his pocket with a frown, remembering that his key is in somebody else's care. Did that mean Komaeda was here? Or perhaps he had simply locked it on his way out. That would be regrettable.
...
It's just intuition, but he thinks that he should slip in quietly. So rather than ring the doorbell or try calling his home line, he walks to the next apartment over. He takes out the keychain with his office key, and pops the door open. He rented out both, finding that he had the funds to and finding it to convenient for his needs. It was a place that was warm, personalized, and that seemed to be lived in.
he'd paid somebody to do it, and he'd let somebody on hard times live there for free while he set them up. It had proven to be convenient, as they'd added their own charm to it, and they had repaid him the favor tenfold by now. It gave him a place to take those one night stands and short lived relationships, people who had no place knowing who he was, and for those guests and relationships that he wanted to build up in earnest but might think him cold if they saw the monochrome colors and sparse conditions of his apartment.
Ah, in retrospect, he should have sent Komaeda here. But it might have been too obvious.
Regardless, he's quick to retrieve the key to the adjacent apartment and lock it up tight. Then he walks into the only apartment that he'd denote as his, and pushes the door open, slipping in quietly before shutting it behind him and locking that behind him. He walks through the apartment quietly, keeping his steps light - he had always excelled at slipping in and out of places undetected.
Is anyone here? ]