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[sixwinged]

When; January Thirtieth.
Rating; G(?)
Characters; Gazelle (virginwings) and Akito Wanijima (sixwinged)
Summary; Mommy and son bonding time turns into-- dress up?
Log;
[ Normally, Akito wouldn’t bother to knock on the door. He and Kaito stayed there together long enough, so it felt weird to knock. ]

[-but with the things Agito had walked in on last time he slammed his way through that door, it seemed like the more safe route to take. So, he raised his hands, knuckles tapping against the wooden door- and waited. ]

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[virginwings]

[Gazelle had been going through her entire wardrobe on the bed out of boredom for the fun of it when she heard the knock on the door. It was instantly that she stopped everything to jump off the mattress and skip over to the front door expecting to see Kaito walk in any moment.]

[When that didn't happen, it occurred to her that he wouldn't need to knock. And the times she was told not to answer the door for anyone come flooding back from all the other things she was quick to forget in her mind. But the answer of what she was supposed to do if someone came to the apartment came back to her mind as well. (She made a mental note to tell Kaito later of how good she did since she imagined he would be proud of her.)]

--Yeah? Who is it?

[sixwinged]

[ He waited for the sounds of foot steps moving towards the door- expecting it to open right away, Possibly with a gun pointed to his forehead, not that it phased him much anymore. Even before the voice answered however-- Akito noticed the different steps. Much lighter than Kaito’s, much faster than he would have moved, too. ]

It’s Akito. Can I come in? [ His air trecks dangled behind him, fingers wrapped around the laces of both. Akito wouldn’t leave them back at the apartment now; not with how this place seemed to work. ]

I mean, is it okay to come in? [ It-- seemed safe enough. She was at the door, and he didn’t hear Kaito anywhere. That was a good enough sign, right? His free hand moved up, going to twist the door knob-- before remembering Kaito’s bad habit of pressing guns to other’s foreheads upon entering. Gazelle didn’t seem the sort from what he could remember. There were certain parts of those memories that gave plenty of reason to, however. ]

[virginwings]

Akito? [She may have sounded somewhat surprised, but inside she was actually happy to know it was him. He grew on her a little when they all aged down (physically or mentally) before and here was the chance to spend more time with him. A smile grew on her face at the thought. And she wasted no time in opening the door to motion him in.]

Yeah! It's okay if you do. [Did that come off as too weird? Hmm. After a short pause to think, she figured it probably was, and adds:]

But Kaito's not here.

[sixwinged]

That‘s okay! Papa’s probably busy at work or something, right? [ Meaning, there weren’t any rubber bullets to be shot around here, if it came to that. Hopefully, he didn’t go chasing after Ikki or something. ]

[ Akito walked into the apartment, arms flinging the trecks from side to side, until he had reached the couch-- where he sat them down on top of the cushions. ]

[ Turning himself back around, he went off towards the kitchen, one hand raising to press his index finger to his lips as he stared towards the cupboards. ]

Is there any tea left in here?

[virginwings]

[Her eyes followed Akito as he walked in and landed on the trecks. She understood things were different in the time the kid came from but the skates made her uneasy nonetheless-- especially those ones since they looked familiar.]

[Her attention on them lasted only as long as the silence did, however. When she heard his question, her attention shifted back to him. All she heard was: tea, but luckily she assumed that's what he wanted.]

Oh... It's up there. [And with that, she pointed to one of the upper cupboards.]

[sixwinged]

[ Up on his toes Akito went, trying his best to reach into the cupboard she had pointed out-- but when that failed, he climbed up onto the counter. One hand held onto the edge of the cupboard, while the other reached into it, grabbing the tea. ]

Papa should really organize these better.

[virginwings]

[She watched him for only about a moment before she moved to the kitchen-- because if she thought one thing right now, it was that he was actually smaller than she thought before. And in case there was something else he needed, she wanted to help.]

But that's all you need, right?

[sixwinged]

I thought I would make us some.

[ He carried the tea over to the opposite counter, then moved back across, grabbed onto a tea, filled it with water, and set it down on top of the stove. ]

You didn't think I was coming just to leave again, right?

[virginwings]

[...]

[She's not sure what she thought actually.]

What do you mean? ...You're gonna stay?

[sixwinged]

Yeah! Unless-.. you want me to go?

[virginwings]

[As she shakes her head:] No... you can stay, you should stay.

...I mean, you belong here too, right?

[sixwinged]

Mm'! At least, partially.

[ The answer was enough; he turned his attention back to the stove, and turned the stove on. ]

[virginwings]

[Nodding to his answer, she followed his attention over to the stove. She quieted since she was kind of interested in seeing how tea was made because she had never seen it made before.]