The warm and happy feelings from the shower persisted, even when he had conducted the replies on the bulletin board. A godsend, one could be certain.
Even as the events of last night came back into his head like a crash and explosion, even when the pain in his leg began to come back in full force as he leaned against the wall, even when he could still feel the blow that had caused this pain in the first place, the unusual comfort he felt tempered it. He was still a little damp, and when he closed his eyes, he could still feel the steam rising from his bare skin, even under his clothes.
All he had to do now was wait.
X stared down at his hand -- the hand that he had unjured last night, against the glass -- and clenched it, once, wincing. Then again. And again. And again.
He was going to see Zero. Or at least, he hoped he was. In his notes, something seemed off, seemed wrong; no, not just something. A lot of things. It wasn't the lack of proper grammar, nor was it the handwriting, just...
...Something. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he wasn't sure whether or not it was good or bad. Either way, he was going to get some sort of explanation of what was going on...and wasn't that the important thing right now?
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The warm and happy feelings from the shower persisted, even when he had conducted the replies on the bulletin board. A godsend, one could be certain.
Even as the events of last night came back into his head like a crash and explosion, even when the pain in his leg began to come back in full force as he leaned against the wall, even when he could still feel the blow that had caused this pain in the first place, the unusual comfort he felt tempered it. He was still a little damp, and when he closed his eyes, he could still feel the steam rising from his bare skin, even under his clothes.
All he had to do now was wait.
X stared down at his hand -- the hand that he had unjured last night, against the glass -- and clenched it, once, wincing. Then again. And again. And again.
He was going to see Zero. Or at least, he hoped he was. In his notes, something seemed off, seemed wrong; no, not just something. A lot of things. It wasn't the lack of proper grammar, nor was it the handwriting, just...
...Something. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he wasn't sure whether or not it was good or bad. Either way, he was going to get some sort of explanation of what was going on...and wasn't that the important thing right now?
With a sigh, X clenched his hand again.
[Free!]