(The third day was hopeful, after Kanda had made the anonymous post there had been a few people that had come out to say they would look for Enji. Surely, the third day, someone would recognize the brute with crimson hair wandering around Lunatia and bring him back home. If Enji was still here, surely it was a momentarily stupor which could be healed with chroma - and Kanda was eager, ever so, to deliver that chroma to the hero. Yet, as the day turned into night and not a single sighting was reported he found himself losing hope once again. If Enji had been abducted Kanda would have known about it. They shared the same bed, he would have felt Enji slip from it let alone be dragged out of it. Besides, the man would have certainly put up a fight.
The fourth day brought Kanda back into a heavy despair which lingered through the morning, afternoon, and evening. Kanda had remained home the last two days which was both difficult to do and far too easy. Yesterday he felt staying home would be best in case Enji returned with the help of a friend who knew where he belonged. Today he felt like staying home and disregarding Lunatia entirely. Although, there was a growing anxiety within him that made him want to pack his belongings and take to the street again. I don't want this fucking apartment.. I don't want to stay here.. I don't want.. His previous declarations were hastily made, even if mentally, but the reality of the situation was this apartment had become his home.
Even without Enji here, it was the only place he looked forward to returning to, and now that Enji was gone he found himself clinging to the familiarity of the place and tracing through the halls following the lingering scent Enji left to spite Kanda.. to haunt him.
The fourth day was mostly spent lounging between the couch and Enji's bed. Currently Kanda was sleeping off and on in Enji's bed, he had taken to the center of it and managed a pillow between his arms. He roused at the sound of the door, he even held his breath as he waited for voices or noise. Though whoever entered the apartment was relatively quiet and he wasn't convinced someone had entered the apartment until the presence was at the door of the room. Kanda pushed himself up to see the intruder. His heart skips a beat and his breath catches in his throat with a noise of surprise finally launching an exhale. Enji.. casually standing there without any warning, without any notice.. why wouldn't Enji have texted first? Why wouldn't he have reached out to Kanda? Why.. would he just return home like this to catch Kanda here.. pitiful, thin, naked, and confused?)
Enji..
(His eyes scrutinized Enji, satisfying his disbelief for what his eyes were seeing.)
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Re: Late evening of 01/04
Date: 2020-01-02 11:59 am (UTC)The fourth day brought Kanda back into a heavy despair which lingered through the morning, afternoon, and evening. Kanda had remained home the last two days which was both difficult to do and far too easy. Yesterday he felt staying home would be best in case Enji returned with the help of a friend who knew where he belonged. Today he felt like staying home and disregarding Lunatia entirely. Although, there was a growing anxiety within him that made him want to pack his belongings and take to the street again. I don't want this fucking apartment.. I don't want to stay here.. I don't want.. His previous declarations were hastily made, even if mentally, but the reality of the situation was this apartment had become his home.
Even without Enji here, it was the only place he looked forward to returning to, and now that Enji was gone he found himself clinging to the familiarity of the place and tracing through the halls following the lingering scent Enji left to spite Kanda.. to haunt him.
The fourth day was mostly spent lounging between the couch and Enji's bed. Currently Kanda was sleeping off and on in Enji's bed, he had taken to the center of it and managed a pillow between his arms. He roused at the sound of the door, he even held his breath as he waited for voices or noise. Though whoever entered the apartment was relatively quiet and he wasn't convinced someone had entered the apartment until the presence was at the door of the room. Kanda pushed himself up to see the intruder. His heart skips a beat and his breath catches in his throat with a noise of surprise finally launching an exhale. Enji.. casually standing there without any warning, without any notice.. why wouldn't Enji have texted first? Why wouldn't he have reached out to Kanda? Why.. would he just return home like this to catch Kanda here.. pitiful, thin, naked, and confused?)
Enji..
(His eyes scrutinized Enji, satisfying his disbelief for what his eyes were seeing.)