soul_campaign | Entry #B-5: "Brake" [May 9, Night, Text]

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Entry #B-5: "Brake" [May 9, Night, Text]

I've ascertained that Gamzee Makara was sent home by BREW. As his former partner, it's probably my duty to inform everyone who might care. So... consider yourselves informed.

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I won't overstay my welcome. I'm actually working on moving into a new apartment.

[[There's a bit of a pause. As much as sometimes it drove him to distraction, L had been his neighbor the entire time he had been living in his current apartment, something that had become a sort of comfortable constant. Something familiar. Unchanging. For someone who had moved around as much as he had, those constant things were desperate necessities; stability and reassurance, especially in this world where people could be taken at any moment.

To hear that his friend was moving... especially after things had finally been put right between them...!]]

where?

Nothing is for sure, yet... but if everything goes well, to the luxury condominiums. I can't stay across the hall anymore. Just yesterday his bottles were everywhere and I think I'd gotten used to that, so it looks wrong, now.

Edited 2013-03-08 00:12 (UTC)

[[another pause. A lot of things are written, then erased. He can't blame L for what he feels. He really can't. If it hadn't been for the fact that he had just moved when Vash had left, he likely would have run way just the same....]]

It's hard, being left behind.

Let me know when you have the new place, okay?

It won't smell like cake.

You could smell it from even in your apartment, when I was baking?

Yes. Not as well as I could smell it in yours, but it was there.

Maybe I'll come bake a few in your new place, so it'll at least smell a little that way.

No, that isn't a good idea. I'll stay over with you, when you bake.

[[... wait. Why wouldn't it...

... damnit, Ryuzaki...]]

Moving in with someone...?

There is only one person left in the city I can achieve resonance with.

I'm sure there has to be more than just one...

[[There's a slight pause. This wasn't the sort of thing to do over text...]]

Did you want to come over now....?

Are you going to try to talk me out of it?

There's no way that I could.

[[There's a bit of hesitation before he finally continues]]

I don't want you to move. But it would be selfish to want you to stay there alone.

And I know there's nothing I can do that will keep you away from him.

[There's a soft knock on the door. L is outside with his toothbrush, toothpaste, and floss.]

[[The door opens moments later, Bakura smiling with a soft warmth.]]

Hey.

Come on in...

[[He steps back, holding the door open for his friend.]]

[L shuffles inside, his unusually soft, smooth hair gently brushing his shoulders and his brow. His posture is as painful as always, but is hair, at least, looks decent for once.]

It's my mailing address, but I won't spend all my time there. I can't. He needs his space, at times.

[[It was strange that only now that it wasn't a matted mess of dry brittle threads that Bakura could notice just how long L's hair had gotten. Or perhaps it always had been that length, but when it was wound up in tangled knots, he had just never noticed...]]

Even more than you'd give him by being at work?

[He is, perhaps, due for a big of a trim. He generally cuts it himself, a habit that is probably apparent to the follically fastidious Bakura.]

Even more. It's a delicate balance and we're still working out what that means.

[[L could get away with something like that. Bakura, on the other hand...

He nods, moving to the counter to open the box with the fresh baked anpan lay hidden, alongside a small jar of sugar glaze.]]

Where will you stay when you're giving him space...? Back at your apartment here?

No, I think it's best if I vacate it. It isn't customary for a guest to occupy two units at once.

[[Looks over, worry clearly showing.]] Then where...?

You wouldn't turn me away if I came to see you, right?

I wouldn't. [[smiles softly, setting out a plate of anpan and a bowl of glaze]]

[L immediately begins nibbling.]

So that's settled, then.

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