[ loveless: soubi + ritsuka; closed post ]

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[ a quiet night, sitting in his room. wondering. but he won't say what for, no. won't even let himself admit to it.

he's not waiting.

for that tap at his window, unlawful intrusion, familiar tall frame.

he is not waiting. ]

...this is stupid.

[ and he stashes his phone under his pillow, rolls over into bed, back to the window and eyes closed.

denial isn't just a river, right? ]

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I SEE THAT TAG. I AM NOT A GUEST.

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[ He's late; he knows he is. Wonders if Ritsuka is waiting, if he wants to see him. If he'll yell, tail and ears standing on end. It's a simple matter of letting himself into that room to know if it's true or not.

Quiet, he stands there after he shuts the window. Allowing time to adjust to the darkness, seeking out that familiar figure across from him. ]

Ritsuka...?

YES YOU ARE SHUT UP

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Where were you?

HOW ABOUT...NO.

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I'm here now.

[ It's only a subconscious answer, being vague and not giving him specific details. Boundaries like this don't bother him either, crossing that space to go to him. Drawn to the boy who is his Sacrifice. He kneels beside the bed. ]

Were you lonely? [ Whispering his name like a secret. ]

AIN'T YOUR SANDBOX NOW IS IT

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I wasn't lonely! And I wasn't waiting for you, either.



What took you so long?

IT COULD BE

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I was busy.

[ The tone of his voice is low and quiet, neither admitting to the truth. Just like this meeting, it must be kept secret. Soubi watches him intently. ]

You could have called me, Ritsuka.

SAYS WHO

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Wh-- Don't be stupid!



You could have called me, you know.