[ well, he doesn't need to reply to that with paper, right? action speaks much louder. it's a good thing that his own work space has taken a hefty blow at this very moment, or else he'd be working. "come back tonight for deliveries, we're gonna be busy"; by then at least the kitchen would be fixed, so nishinoya complied and waited it out through fixing his things, watching but not touching a thing of kacchan's—
his name was still there, on a plate just under "raiden" outside the door.
it had him thinking about his new debts, and wondering if there was anything else he can work on to make it count— but for a brief moment this afternoon, he didn't mind a pause. it's been months since he's last seen emi, possibly an entire two seasons. had it been more? when he arrives at room 12, he gives a brief knock before sliding the door open, and peeking his head in.
not much has changed; perhaps he looks just a little bit taller if you squint, hair its natural dark brown with a cleanly bleached tuft of gold, spiked up— with simple gym shorts and a top that reads COURT TEMPEST, you can get a fairly clear idea of what he was doing before. even the muscles of his arms and legs seemed to have gained an extra tone to them, knuckles free from any previous wounds but fingers strapped with sports tape.
overall, he looks refreshed compared to how he had been just last week. now it just looks like the tables have turned. ]
Emi?
[ he takes the extra step in and beelines for the boy when he sees him, his messenger bag hauled over his shoulders. he brought some things with him, just in case. ]
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his name was still there, on a plate just under "raiden" outside the door.
it had him thinking about his new debts, and wondering if there was anything else he can work on to make it count— but for a brief moment this afternoon, he didn't mind a pause. it's been months since he's last seen emi, possibly an entire two seasons. had it been more? when he arrives at room 12, he gives a brief knock before sliding the door open, and peeking his head in.
not much has changed; perhaps he looks just a little bit taller if you squint, hair its natural dark brown with a cleanly bleached tuft of gold, spiked up— with simple gym shorts and a top that reads COURT TEMPEST, you can get a fairly clear idea of what he was doing before. even the muscles of his arms and legs seemed to have gained an extra tone to them, knuckles free from any previous wounds but fingers strapped with sports tape.
overall, he looks refreshed compared to how he had been just last week. now it just looks like the tables have turned. ]
Emi?
[ he takes the extra step in and beelines for the boy when he sees him, his messenger bag hauled over his shoulders. he brought some things with him, just in case. ]