Nightshift 31: M21-M30 Hallway

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((Specifically in room M22))

This night was shaping up to be another long and tiring one. Adelheid mentally ran through the checklist of things to do: give a spear to Yukari Takeba, create the sakabatou for Himura Kenshin, sharpen Kenren's blade... and then, if he found a moment to breathe, to do something to let off some of the anger he still felt. At least he wasn't powerless tonight; that was the only good thing for him to look forward to. It had been too long since he'd gotten to fight something that wasn't a patient.

He kept one ear on the radio, still wondering if Jack was honestly gone and convincing himself that such could not be the case. Besides, he was too busy to feel grief now. He had to focus, or else this night was going to be just as frustrating as the previous one.

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Re: M23

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"Ah." Well, that was all right. Kenshin relaxed, almost imperceptibly, and leaned against the doorframe. He watched Homura silently, arms folded, but smiling slightly. There was something that the other man wasn't telling him, sure, but the demigod looked...different from his usual, slightly more devious self. For a second, he seemed almost...tender?

It was gone just as quickly as it had come, leaving the rurouni wondering if he'd imagined it. Homura was talking to him, and holding up the file so he could see. He looked at it for a little bit and then glanced up. "Yes, though this one doesn't remember its precise location. Apologies."

Kenshin smiled. No, he hadn't been imagining it--that was definitely tenderness--or at least fondness--in Homura's eyes.

"That sounds like a great idea. Lead on."

Who knew? Maybe he could find something out about "Weston Aoyagi"...and about what they had done to Tomoe.

Re: M23

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Whatever Kenshin saw didn't so much matter to Homura, though he was glad the man was being more cooperative. He grinned at the eagerness, closing the file and, after a moment's consideration, stripping away the pillowcases from both men's beds. They would be replaced by morning, so no harm would be done.

One was offered to Kenshin, the other used to hold the folder. Homura could only hope that he didn't bleed on it, but there wasn't much time left in the night to go running back to his room. Flashlight in hand, the demi-god headed out into the hall, checking to be sure it was still safe before setting a quick pace forward.


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