Head snapping up, groggy but alert, his hand reaches for his pen. His urge to write renewed by a sudden dream.
Oh~ to be full of passion for a hobby, again.
Fingers drum along his desk, to an outsider it might appear as if he's intentionally tapping the desk to annoy the occupants in the house, but to those who know him, it's a sign of pent of energy. To some, the pent up energy could be a good thing, who knows what adventure โ
โ disappearance which would result in Kureno worrying over both of them. He'll check up on him tomorrow if Tori~ hasn't contacted him before then. For now, his bed is calling his name.
Fingers drum impatiently on his desk, eyes focused on his phone, he's expecting a call from Tori~, but the minutes keep passing by without any message or call from him. Perhaps he should stop by and check up on him, no, no, the hour is late and Kureno would notice his sudden โ
Closing his eyes, he inhales deeply and exhales a few times, his attempts to extinguish his anger fail, every time he's close to calming down an image of Tori~ and Akito filters through.
A bath then, not much left to do to clear his mind, but perhaps a bath will do the trick.
โ barging in on them and making things worse. The only thing keeping him from snapping his last shred of patience is Kureno . . . oh, how tame domestic life has made him. His old self would be so disgusted with him now.
There's an undercurrent of anger coursing through him, it's calm yet destructive like the sea, and like the sea, his anger leaves him unbalanced. It's been awhile since he's felt such an emotion, his tranquil life with Kureno has become so norm to him he's forgotten how โ
โ consuming his anger is. The source of his anger is no mystery, Akito, always her. This time, she's forbid him from seeing Tori~ and has kept Tori~ by her side. Every time he's called or visited, he's been turned away. He's close to losing his patience with her, close to โ