29th bomb || Hayato Gokudera || [in person] || Backdated to Thursday

[andsuddenlydynamite]

[After letting a rather distinctive scream from the morgue of the manor, Hayato had hastily scrambled up to the main floor. Shakily, he wandered through the halls, completely disoriented and very jumpy. He had his hands defensively wrapped around his stomach which is slathered in dried blood, as are his pants, and right shoulder.

After stumbling about the halls for a while he simply leans against the wall and slides down it into a sitting position as he tried to wrap his head around what happened...]

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[andsuddenlydynamite]

Okay...

[He puts the Yukata off to the side as he takes the towels and water bottle and slowly got to work washing away the blood. It was strangely nice to see the pallor of his arms and legs again. While he was displeased at just how much it brought back that metallic smell, he did seem more... awake or perhaps refreshed when he was done, though his eyes remained dazed and vacant.

He puts on the Yukata, which on Hayato is more like a bathrobe a few sizes too small, and holds his clothes and the now completely filthy towels in his hands. He still didn't want to make his friend's room dirty]

What should I do with these?

[deeplymeaningless]

[Well, Ryuutaro has no idea. 'Throw out the window' seems like an almost legit idea at the moment, Ryuutaro doesn't want to have anything reminding him of Hayato's death in direct sight and again, leaving the room does not seem possible.
Ryuutaro shrugs, then just takes them from Hayato's hands -amazingly enough without going all 'ewww'- and puts them in a corner which is mostly out of sight. Wow. Less than sufficient, but well]

That will have to do for now.

[He's reaching new levels of untidiness here. Ryuutaro turns back to Hayato and then sits down next to him again. In any other situation he'd at least try and comment on how odd he looked in his clothes, but right now... nothing like that]

[andsuddenlydynamite]

[Hayato didn't mind how awkward he looked in the yukata. It was odd but for some reason he found the wearing the other boy's clothes to be comforting. The fabric was soft, it was warm, and it smelled like Ryuutaro, in a way it was like being held again.

He wrapped his arms around his stomach again. And without a word he just sat there, holding his stomach and vacantly staring at the floor. He couldn't think of any words to say, or things to do. The only thing he could think to try was to attempt and force the memory of death repeating in his head over and over again.]

[deeplymeaningless]

[Ryuutaro didn't know what to do either. He didn't know what they could talk, there was just nothing to say, but at the same time he was afraid of the silence.
He needed proof that Hayato was alive, every single moment and if he was silent the paranoia just took over.]

...do you want to stay with me for the next time?

[For them both, he couldn't imagine Hayato being fine on his own and as for himself... he'd be damned if he let Hayato out of his sight for long]

[andsuddenlydynamite]

[He breaks his gaze on the floor to look up at Ryuutaro, and he nodded slowly, just so glad for Ryuutaro's company. It was reassurance to himself that he was alive as well.]

I'd like that a lot...

[He looks back down to the floor again]

thanks...