[ is it a statistical improbability for Akira to get a good night's sleep? he didn't think it would be so problematic bunking up with Kaito (how wrong he was), but ever since, he's been forced to witness murder confessions and learn of secrets he probably didn't want to learn. prior to that, people like Andersen woke him up at 8:01am wanting piggy back rides. even for Yuggoth's standards, it's been a suffering life.
the unnecessarily loud banging of the bathroom door may be suspicious for those that are wide awake, but for this poor boy, it's nothing but enough to stir him from his sleep. he groans as if he's a zombie rising from the grave (oh how right he is), slowly sitting up and pressing his good palm into his face to try and fixate his vision towards where the noise is coming from. upon realization that it is, in fact, Friday, and that Friday holds bad news for everyone, he's quickly rising to his feet with a look of panic on his face upon noticing Kaito wasn't in his bed. ]
Kaito? Are you in there? I'm... quite tired of roommates disappearing, so please tell me you are...
[it is Friday, and in a lot of ways, Kaito really wishes it wasn't]
[his nerves start to sway back and forth the moment he rolls out of bed at 6 a.m., bare feet hitting the carpeted floor. he can feel himself having second thoughts, wanting to back out, wanting to toss the whole plan out the window-- but. . .]
[no. he can't. if anything, the events from earlier that week make it clear that he has to do this. the plan is being altered a bit, what with everyone yelling at him about choice, but. . .]
[hopefully, Kurusu will be more understanding than others]
[he purposefully slams the bathroom door when he slips inside, rummaging around for the small container of dried and crumbled foxglove plants he had prepared throughout the week. when he hears Akira's voice from beyond the closed door, he lets out a breath, and calls back, poker face firmly in place]
Nope! I'm a ghost. Just working on my ghostly morning shower.
[-- wait]
. . . actually, that's probably not very funny right now, is it?
[ there's a lot of weird things that are already going on. things that Akira would take notice if he had been more awake. even when panic begins to flow in his veins, he can't piece together why the hell Kaito of all people is awake this early in the morning. why he decided to slam the door and why he's now talking through it.
is he naked or something? it's not like it isn't something Akira hasn't seen before. he's let the boy touch his bone, after all. ]
Haha. [ he kicks the door just enough to make it shake while avoiding breaking his bare toes in the process. forgiving the tension that seems to be weighing down on his shoulders already, he simply leans into the wall next to the bathroom. ] I'm the last to judge on poorly timed jokes and general tomfoolery, you know. ―Besides, don't you know showers during Friday mornings are my modus operandi? Why are you up so early...?
[the foxglove tucked securely away, hidden from view, Kaito opens the door and pokes out his head, sticking his tongue out at Akira as he does so. how can he act like everything is normal when the poison weighs so heavily in his pocket??]
Couldn't sleep.
[that's actually partially the truth. a yawn escapes his mouth as he rakes the fingers of his free hand through his hair. he exits the bathroom and fetches his sling to toss over his shoulder, trying to move his arm into it gingerly so as not to irritate his still-healing injury]
Sorry I woke you up, but they serve coffee downstairs now, y'know?
[he tilts his head, offering Akira a totally genuine and not at all forced smile]
Wanna meet me in the lounge in about fifteen? I know how much you like coffee, and the kitchen's still-- uh. Dead.
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the unnecessarily loud banging of the bathroom door may be suspicious for those that are wide awake, but for this poor boy, it's nothing but enough to stir him from his sleep. he groans as if he's a zombie rising from the grave (oh how right he is), slowly sitting up and pressing his good palm into his face to try and fixate his vision towards where the noise is coming from. upon realization that it is, in fact, Friday, and that Friday holds bad news for everyone, he's quickly rising to his feet with a look of panic on his face upon noticing Kaito wasn't in his bed. ]
Kaito? Are you in there? I'm... quite tired of roommates disappearing, so please tell me you are...
WOW THAT EDIT THO
[his nerves start to sway back and forth the moment he rolls out of bed at 6 a.m., bare feet hitting the carpeted floor. he can feel himself having second thoughts, wanting to back out, wanting to toss the whole plan out the window-- but. . .]
[no. he can't. if anything, the events from earlier that week make it clear that he has to do this. the plan is being altered a bit, what with everyone yelling at him about choice, but. . .]
[hopefully, Kurusu will be more understanding than others]
[he purposefully slams the bathroom door when he slips inside, rummaging around for the small container of dried and crumbled foxglove plants he had prepared throughout the week. when he hears Akira's voice from beyond the closed door, he lets out a breath, and calls back, poker face firmly in place]
Nope! I'm a ghost. Just working on my ghostly morning shower.
[-- wait]
. . . actually, that's probably not very funny right now, is it?
round two
is he naked or something? it's not like it isn't something Akira hasn't seen before. he's let the boy touch his bone, after all. ]
Haha. [ he kicks the door just enough to make it shake while avoiding breaking his bare toes in the process. forgiving the tension that seems to be weighing down on his shoulders already, he simply leans into the wall next to the bathroom. ] I'm the last to judge on poorly timed jokes and general tomfoolery, you know. ―Besides, don't you know showers during Friday mornings are my modus operandi? Why are you up so early...?
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Couldn't sleep.
[that's actually partially the truth. a yawn escapes his mouth as he rakes the fingers of his free hand through his hair. he exits the bathroom and fetches his sling to toss over his shoulder, trying to move his arm into it gingerly so as not to irritate his still-healing injury]
Sorry I woke you up, but they serve coffee downstairs now, y'know?
[he tilts his head, offering Akira a totally genuine and not at all forced smile]
Wanna meet me in the lounge in about fifteen? I know how much you like coffee, and the kitchen's still-- uh. Dead.