[Ever since knowing that Mayoi and Tatsumi were bedridden with illness, HiMERU has been enjoying a little more freedom at the Poppy house again; despite his denials that anything has changed since Tatsumi's arrival, it was clear to just about anyone willing to pay the attention that his visits had certainly decreased in frequency, increasing in brevity... But now that the eyesore is tucked out of view, he doesn't mind spending as much of his time here.
It's quiet for the middle of the day, and HiMERU supposes that most everyone is out. Well, that's no problem for him. He'll just raid the pantry and be on his way again. At least, that's the plan — until he steps into the kitchen and sees Tatsumi sitting in the middle of it.
The unwanted sight makes him immediately freeze, and for a moment, he considers just turning around and slipping out before he's noticed. But the heavy door behind him swings shut, loudly enough to not be ignored. As if to trap him. As if to spite him.
... Damn it. Might as well nip this in the bud, then.
He steps over into Tatsumi's line of sight with a bemused expression, a hand on his hip.]
Tatsumi. It's been a while. You don't look well, just as they've said. Shouldn't you still be in bed?
backdated to 2nd week of december
It's quiet for the middle of the day, and HiMERU supposes that most everyone is out. Well, that's no problem for him. He'll just raid the pantry and be on his way again. At least, that's the plan — until he steps into the kitchen and sees Tatsumi sitting in the middle of it.
The unwanted sight makes him immediately freeze, and for a moment, he considers just turning around and slipping out before he's noticed. But the heavy door behind him swings shut, loudly enough to not be ignored. As if to trap him. As if to spite him.
... Damn it. Might as well nip this in the bud, then.
He steps over into Tatsumi's line of sight with a bemused expression, a hand on his hip.]
Tatsumi. It's been a while. You don't look well, just as they've said. Shouldn't you still be in bed?