[ don't make promises you can't keep, ryuu - tenn will claim whatever sugar currency he can, ok,
but tenn nods - he's bundled up to avoid recognition - it's purely habit at this point since their popularity levels here aren't as frenetic as back home at their peak, but it's only when he's in the safety of ryuu's apartment, with the door behind him firmly closed, that he lets any form of unease slip into his features. ]
... It's quiet outside.
[ far too quiet. and somehow, ryuu's apartment feels just that little bit colder, even if it's probably his imagination. ryuu likes the warmth too much. ]
Is everything--
[ he trails off, coat folded over his arm, because there's a lot of questions that he wants to ask, and tenn's gaze keeps scanning the room, because,
[ even for him, knowing that a closed and locked door probably isn't of much use in this situation, sealing them in the cozy surroundings of his apartment does come with valuable comfort. maybe it's just tenn's presence, though ryuu notes how tense he seems already.
it's not his imagination. it's colder inside, and the air pressure is strange. almost like there's an excess of static. ryuu is momentarily caught up staring into the space when tenn speaks. given how it's not like him to let a thought trail off, ryuu glances back to him, brows drawing upwards. ]
Tenn...? [ he reaches out to lay a hand on his shoulder. ] ...ah, right. Well, it's as okay as it can be.
[ lifting his other hand, he wades it around in the air.
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but tenn nods - he's bundled up to avoid recognition - it's purely habit at this point since their popularity levels here aren't as frenetic as back home at their peak, but it's only when he's in the safety of ryuu's apartment, with the door behind him firmly closed, that he lets any form of unease slip into his features. ]
... It's quiet outside.
[ far too quiet. and somehow, ryuu's apartment feels just that little bit colder, even if it's probably his imagination. ryuu likes the warmth too much. ]
Is everything--
[ he trails off, coat folded over his arm, because there's a lot of questions that he wants to ask, and tenn's gaze keeps scanning the room, because,
gaku has to be around here somewhere, right? ]
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it's not his imagination. it's colder inside, and the air pressure is strange. almost like there's an excess of static. ryuu is momentarily caught up staring into the space when tenn speaks. given how it's not like him to let a thought trail off, ryuu glances back to him, brows drawing upwards. ]
Tenn...? [ he reaches out to lay a hand on his shoulder. ] ...ah, right. Well, it's as okay as it can be.
[ lifting his other hand, he wades it around in the air.
gaku is here. ]