sweetdeath: (plotting my escape)
Tsuzuki Asato ([personal profile] sweetdeath) wrote in [community profile] thenearshore 2016-02-24 01:36 am (UTC)

H-hey!

[Tsuzuki's step hesitates halfway, and he braces himself against the front walkway's pillar with a hand, shooting Hisoka an injured look. That's not fair!]

I didn't even buy anything, somebody else made it!

[He sits down on the porch, fumbling with his shoelaces.] If s'not any furniture we can go'n get some tomorrow....

[He's not going anywhere tonight, that much is for sure. He'll sleep on the floor if he has to. Hisoka can have his coat.

He's got some money in his wallet. Maybe 1500 yen, counting the scant handful of small change... they can get a discount futon? Used? Somewhere?]


Where's the-- [He waves a hand vaguely at the ceiling, looking around, and straightens up.] You know. Light?

[It's got to be somewhere. He fumbles both shoes into the same hand and starts to feel along the wall. Could be a switch, or a lantern somewhere, if this place is as old-fashioned as it looks....]

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