he could. he might.

that depends.

whether or not he decides to properly answer his question.

damn, he's good.

he's definitely hiding something. not that a certain redhead roommate needs to know.

ah, there he is.

so. today.

the weather's quite nice, no?

x.com/icarianwept/st…

there's a cat outside the window. he should look at it. like, right now.

and as seijuurou turns back to check nash, there's nothing there. well, save for the gift that was ever so conveniently positioned on his spot. paired with a piece of paper with nothing more than a time and place.

someone's been looking for him, he heard?

come on, he hasn't been gone for that long…

what's that supposed to mean?

he does not like that response.

yeah, yeah... he never had to worry about stuff like that, no?

because he's the best at taking care of himself.

blood stain on my shirt、new bitch on my nerves .

whatever we do、we're playing god。╱ we are gods。

sushi.⠀ perhaps! ٩(◕‿◕｡)۶