竜ヶ峰帝人 ; Ryuugamine Mikado (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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damned_institute2012-11-29 01:38 am
ofthemotions) wrote in damned_institute2012-11-29 01:38 am
Night 67: Main Hallway, 1-West
[from here --and waiting for Ryusei!]
There still wasn't a lot of people in the halls, and it was starting to make him nervous. Maybe he should try to find someone to hang out with tonight. Snow and Celty had insisted on how Mikado shouldn't be alone at night--it wouldn't hurt to take their advice. But it would be strange to just go up to someone and ask to walk around with them.
...Wouldn't it?
He made a face, and paused in the hall, looking around. He was more aware of the bandages covering his eye in the dim, and even wearing his own clothes didn't negate that uncomfortability. He was suddenly starting to think he should have just stayed inside.
There still wasn't a lot of people in the halls, and it was starting to make him nervous. Maybe he should try to find someone to hang out with tonight. Snow and Celty had insisted on how Mikado shouldn't be alone at night--it wouldn't hurt to take their advice. But it would be strange to just go up to someone and ask to walk around with them.
...Wouldn't it?
He made a face, and paused in the hall, looking around. He was more aware of the bandages covering his eye in the dim, and even wearing his own clothes didn't negate that uncomfortability. He was suddenly starting to think he should have just stayed inside.
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"Of course it's worth the shot." His hand tightened around the hilt of the sword and he nodded. If there was any sort of chance that Sora could come back to them, they had no choice but to take it.
"Do you know where it is?" Because Link certainly didn't...
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But that was enough of that. If Link was coming, they could discuss anything else along the way. Kyousuke pushed his sore body back off the wall, and began to lead the way to the stairwell with slow steps, trying to conserve his energy as best he could. It wasn't too far, after all, and no good would come from rushing while he was like this. ... He just hoped his pace didn't turn them into targets.
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