Appointments

[returninghope]

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[October 15th]

[returninghope.livejournal.com]

[Zan'nen was slowly beginning to slide down the doorway. Eyelids drooping. Sure, Kaori. Whatever you want. Come in.]

...

[Oh, right. He should probably say that out loud, huh?] Huh? Oh, yeah. Sure. Come in... and stuff.

[October 15th]

[seiriald]

Thanks... [Geez, Zan'nen, how tired could you possibly be? So on his invitation she makes her way in, turning her head this way and that out of habit. It's been a while since she's been in his apartment, hasn't it?]

[October 15th]

[returninghope.livejournal.com]

[The room actually hasn't changed much, something Kaori might appreciate. There's maybe a chair or two hanging somewhere around, and the plant she gave him is sitting nicely by the window on the only table. Other than that, it's about as empty as it was went she first crashed through his ceiling.

Zan'nen himself slumps in one of the chairs, head down on the table, debating whether or not his room and the bed would be more comfortable.]

... Seat's over here.

[October 15th]

[seiriald]

[She manages to sense the flower she had given him, which only serves to make her happier. Even though they had reached an unspoken agreement to put it behind him, that he kept it means a lot to her. Muttering a quick 'thank you' after being told the direction of an available seat, she sits down and folds her hands in her lap, chewing on her lower lip softly.]

Did I come too early?

That's what she said, Kaori.

[returninghope.livejournal.com]

Nah. Never early. Come when you want. [It should be noted that he's mumbling this while still face-down into the table.]

Hey he can't touch any.

[seiriald]

[... Yeah, she's getting sleepy just listening to your sleepy. That's why she's reaching over and pulling him up by the ears.]

Eh?

[returninghope.livejournal.com]

[For whatever reason, her touching his ears makes him jolt up from the table. Damn, he didn't know his ears were that sensitive.]

D-, don't do that! [Yawn.]

:3

[seiriald]

It sounded like you were falling asleep. [Now she's tilting her head to the side, her expression just a little sad.] Should I come by later...?

[returninghope.livejournal.com]

No, Kaori. I said it was fine. I'm awake. I'm listening.

[Zan'nen reseated himself, and then softly rapped his fingers across her forehead. Sleepy, or not, he heard that tone, young lady.] I'm listening, really. So what is it?

[seiriald]

[After blinking in surprise she'll manage a small smile. Really, she should come by more often.]

Well... I'm not going to be living in this building anymore.

[returninghope.livejournal.com]

[Zan'nen freezes for a moment. She was leaving, huh? He rips his hand back. That was just great.

Zan'nen pressed his lips together, and dared steal a glance at the room where Marcell used to stay. No one else lived on this floor anymore. He didn't think he'd mind, but at night it just got so damn quiet.]

...That so? Where are you going?

[seiriald]

[... Dammit, this was part of the reason why she didn't want to leave. She knew how lonely it was, living on your own, but at least... Zan'nen was nearby. Even if all the things that brought them together were experiments, she'd like to think that he wasn't so bad, that they could get along. She didn't really mind.

And it hurt to sense how upset that made him.] H... House 15, Freyjadour thinks I'll be safest there.

... I'm sorry...

[returninghope.livejournal.com]

[Freyjadour, huh? He should've known. Zan'nen got up from the table, just to have something to do. It was odd, that when she said that, he had to fight this urge to hunt him down and punch him in the face.]

Safest, huh? Safe from what? It's not like a change of rooms will protect anyone from the messed up shit that we're subjected to every- [Zan'nen abruptly cuts himself off, running a hand angrily through his hair. What the hell Frey? Is this supposed to be some kind of insult? He was here. What the heck did she need protecting from that he couldn't-He was her brother briefly, too, dammit.

Dammit. He shouldn't have said anything out loud. Dammit.]

Frey's an idiot.

[seiriald]

[To say she hadn't expected this reaction was putting it a little too lightly. And while she won't disagree about Frey being an idiot (because sometimes it seemed like it), she knows he really is thinking about what's best for her. It was an expression of kindness she wasn't used to anymore, so that it happened made her very confused and unable to do much but agree and follow along his lead. ]

... It's not the experiments he's trying to protect me from...

[returninghope.livejournal.com]

Then what is it? Are you in trouble? Do you need help? [Why was he so worried all the sudden?] Are you okay?

totally not here but-

[falenandawn]

And somewhere, far away, Frey feels less of a man for some reason. All because girly man Zan'nen and Kaori think he's an idiot.

[returninghope.livejournal.com]

/mission accomplished

[falenandawn]

That was sarcasm, idiot.

CONTINUING!

[seiriald]

[After effectively emasculating Frey from afar, Kaori shifts about uncomfortably in her seat. It had been hard enough explaining everything about Legato to Frey, but explaining it to Zan'nen as well? And though she's not aware of it, he had been one of the voices she had heard him talking to that night.]

I... don't know, really...

[returninghope.livejournal.com]

[Zan'nen's been through enough in his world to guess that's not the complete truth.]

You don't know or you don't want to tell me?

[seiriald]

... It's kinda both. [And now she'll need time to think about how she's going to tell him. While she had taken Frey to where it had happened, she was by no means ready to go back there again, especially so soon afterward.]

[returninghope.livejournal.com]

[Zan'nen paced back and forth, trying to spend some time thinking on what the best reaction to that statement would be. He checked the lock on the door, threw a coat that had been thrown on floor into his room.]

You don't have to tell me anything. I can get that.

But if you need help, then I...

[seiriald]

[... She doesn't like this, that he's so upset. Was there anything she could do to help him somehow?]

... Do you remember, back in... February? My arm was still broken then...

[returninghope.livejournal.com]

... I remember. [Kaori, did you ever tell him how you broke that arm? Did someone do that to you?]

[seiriald]

Well... [Her hands begin to clench into fists, the knuckles turning white while her nails begin to dig into the skin of her palms. Sometimes she thought she could still feel the pain of the injuries she'd received.]

It... wasn't an accident...