[ having a good arm didn't prepare souji for what ivan had in store. he comes back in what feels like hours later (and maybe it really is, he doesn't know how long he stood outside under all that rain), looking much worse than how he was when saitou ran into him a few days ago. it almost feels like he's back in square one, but really, right now, all he cares about is falling back to sleep.
he wraps his fingers around the door knob, ready to turn it, but he seems to daze out halfway through the motion. what he'd learned... even just thinking of it makes his limbs feel heavier than they really are.
his head presses itself against the door, hand still poised to open it but now he doesn't feel like it at all. maybe he should go somewhere else? clear his thoughts for a bit, then come back then.
... no.
this is where he wants to be. ]
Hajime-kun? Are you still there?
[ if he receives no answer, then he'll go away for a while. ]
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he wraps his fingers around the door knob, ready to turn it, but he seems to daze out halfway through the motion. what he'd learned... even just thinking of it makes his limbs feel heavier than they really are.
his head presses itself against the door, hand still poised to open it but now he doesn't feel like it at all. maybe he should go somewhere else? clear his thoughts for a bit, then come back then.
... no.
this is where he wants to be. ]
Hajime-kun? Are you still there?
[ if he receives no answer, then he'll go away for a while. ]