[ keigo hadn't wanted to worry renji too much; he wasn't stupid enough to assume that renji wouldn't react at all, but minimizing that reaction was key. but as it turned out, there really wasn't a softer way to put what he wanted to tell him. it was all too heavy, too extreme and abrupt to lessen the gravity of it all.
so renji's clearly non-negotiable plans weren't met with surprise, but with a resigned sort of defeat. keigo had sighed when he read it, sent off an accepting "alright" in response, and... waited.
he knew where renji was, as always. it was never a surprise. less so when he let his mind drift, let himself access that field of vision that had taken him quite by surprise the first time he'd happened across it by accident. ribbons, scores of them, dangled from the air in his room, but one in particular received keigo's direct attention: the only red one there. keigo's fingers coiled around it as he sat on his couch, staring straight ahead as he practically watched renji approach.
so by the time renji had knocked, keigo was already on his feet and halfway to the door, nearly mindless in the way he moved. it was like he was on a track, opening the door to look at renji.
that was surprising. he looked wet... was he bathing? a moment later and keigo realized he must have been swimming; the scent was unmistakable and nostalgic. but that wasn't important, was it? keigo's dazed state resulted in a slight delay, one where he hesitantly shifted to the side, almost like he felt embarrassed for everything. ]
Um. Hi.
[ ribbon still in hand, coiled between his fingers. ]
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so renji's clearly non-negotiable plans weren't met with surprise, but with a resigned sort of defeat. keigo had sighed when he read it, sent off an accepting "alright" in response, and... waited.
he knew where renji was, as always. it was never a surprise. less so when he let his mind drift, let himself access that field of vision that had taken him quite by surprise the first time he'd happened across it by accident. ribbons, scores of them, dangled from the air in his room, but one in particular received keigo's direct attention: the only red one there. keigo's fingers coiled around it as he sat on his couch, staring straight ahead as he practically watched renji approach.
so by the time renji had knocked, keigo was already on his feet and halfway to the door, nearly mindless in the way he moved. it was like he was on a track, opening the door to look at renji.
that was surprising. he looked wet... was he bathing? a moment later and keigo realized he must have been swimming; the scent was unmistakable and nostalgic. but that wasn't important, was it? keigo's dazed state resulted in a slight delay, one where he hesitantly shifted to the side, almost like he felt embarrassed for everything. ]
Um. Hi.
[ ribbon still in hand, coiled between his fingers. ]