[ He's been waiting for a while. It occurs to him to just send her a message, and he pulls out his phone to do so, but sets it back down with a sigh. He thinks...he might just want to sit alone with his thoughts for a while. It really is as they say, all this time away feels like nothing to him. It's as if he laid down for a midday nap, and when he awoke, everything had changed. It's all so sudden and overwhelming, maybe it's best that Futaba isn't here.
With his device--or his new one, he'll need to get a case for it--laying down beside him, he rests his eyes, his face burying into a pillow he hopes is Futaba's. Just for a moment. Several moments. However many moments it takes for him to drift off enough not to notice when his favorite redhead enters the room. ]
Augh--!
[ Her shrieking jolts him back up, spindly limbs knocking the device onto the floor with a thunk as he hurries to straighten himself. ]
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Date: 2019-08-15 04:21 am (UTC)With his device--or his new one, he'll need to get a case for it--laying down beside him, he rests his eyes, his face burying into a pillow he hopes is Futaba's. Just for a moment. Several moments. However many moments it takes for him to drift off enough not to notice when his favorite redhead enters the room. ]
Augh--!
[ Her shrieking jolts him back up, spindly limbs knocking the device onto the floor with a thunk as he hurries to straighten himself. ]
Honestly, Futaba, there is no need to scream.