And once again he'd been shut out. Ritsuka balked mentally and sat back, barely masking the hurt expression on his face. "Fine."
Be that way.
The boy stood and wavered a bit on his feet, then moved to the side and around the Fighter, heading toward his closet. The rucksack and everything else he needed was in there and if Soubi was going to shut him out, then Ritsuka would go about his routine like he did every night. Admittedly, he was slower at it and he was more worried about the man behind him than the people up above, but he had no idea what to do now.
Dropping the backpack onto his desk, Ritsuka adjusted the bandage around his forearm and started shifting through the bag, checking his supplies. Everything was running low. He'd need to go restock upstairs. "And you need to stop chewing your nails. They're going to start bleeding soon."
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Be that way.
The boy stood and wavered a bit on his feet, then moved to the side and around the Fighter, heading toward his closet. The rucksack and everything else he needed was in there and if Soubi was going to shut him out, then Ritsuka would go about his routine like he did every night. Admittedly, he was slower at it and he was more worried about the man behind him than the people up above, but he had no idea what to do now.
Dropping the backpack onto his desk, Ritsuka adjusted the bandage around his forearm and started shifting through the bag, checking his supplies. Everything was running low. He'd need to go restock upstairs. "And you need to stop chewing your nails. They're going to start bleeding soon."