[ She's smoking a cigarette with all intents of turning in for the night when her phone buzzes on the table by her bedside. Suffice to say, the name above the single-word message is enough to snap her awake. It's a rare thing, after all, for her and Tohru to communicate -- but when they do reach out, it is because of the boy who was once much like an older brother, and then a younger brother, and in most recent years since, a surrogate son.
The music is a throb beneath her bare feet, but it's buffered enough by the stairs and the hall that even if they stay out here, it will be easy to talk.
Sitting down now, legs folded as she reaches out to gently stroke the tips of her fingers along the hair curving along his ear. ]
You want to go inside?
[ When Rethe had first called her, asking if she had a moment to talk before proceeding to recount the incident at the Great Hall, she'd stayed up late enough to wait for the texts that never came. By the end of the first week, she'd begun to worry, but knowing his habits, and doing a bit of snooping around herself, she let the silence lie.
aw bb :c
The music is a throb beneath her bare feet, but it's buffered enough by the stairs and the hall that even if they stay out here, it will be easy to talk.
Sitting down now, legs folded as she reaches out to gently stroke the tips of her fingers along the hair curving along his ear. ]
You want to go inside?
[ When Rethe had first called her, asking if she had a moment to talk before proceeding to recount the incident at the Great Hall, she'd stayed up late enough to wait for the texts that never came. By the end of the first week, she'd begun to worry, but knowing his habits, and doing a bit of snooping around herself, she let the silence lie.
What mattered was that he was here now. ]
Hikaru. Sweetheart, come on. Let's go inside.