[He hadn't been so bad in those days, in his defense. He had never really started skipping large chunks of time until after the incident. And by then, there wasn't much Aki or Mitsuru could do about it. Send a few jabs his way, sure, out of well-placed worry, but he hadn't been under their roof anymore. So they could save their complaints and put them in a jar along with everything else.
He opens the door, suddenly missing his coat. Or rather, the deep pockets in them. He's sure Minato would sympathize.]
They didn't care that much, I guess. Had better things to do.
[He's pretty sure the high school had an otherwise excellent attendance rate. Something for the Kirijo group to be proud of. He doesn't think the school could stand to be a public embarrassment.
He steps out onto the rooftop. There are a few lights here, flooding the flat roof with much needed light, though it's of the dimmer sort. But at least they won't need to let their eyes adjust. The moon, he supposes, will do the rest. He's been up here a frequently during the last week or so. You could see a lot of things from here—sometimes even that city in Gemini that rose during the Dark Hour, if you were looking in the right direction. Another plus is that not many people bothered to come up here. That suited him just fine.
…Now where had he put it?
His takes a few more steps forward, eyes scanning the area until he finds what he's looking for: a small, old-looking radio tucked away in a far corner, under one of the few benches. He had been (almost) hoping it would grow legs and walk off, ever since he had found the damn thing and started leaving it up here. (Hard to listen to music and get things done when you have a neighbor just a few doors down that has a penchant for loud music at God knows what time of day; just whenever she damn well pleases.) Though he doesn't know who would want the radio in the first place. To say there were better, newer models would be an understatement. But old, battered things were fine with him. Didn't mean they didn't do their job, and didn't mean they didn't do it well.
Guess it's now or never then.
Now that he has it in his line of vision, he starts to walk over to it.]
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He opens the door, suddenly missing his coat. Or rather, the deep pockets in them. He's sure Minato would sympathize.]
They didn't care that much, I guess. Had better things to do.
[He's pretty sure the high school had an otherwise excellent attendance rate. Something for the Kirijo group to be proud of. He doesn't think the school could stand to be a public embarrassment.
He steps out onto the rooftop. There are a few lights here, flooding the flat roof with much needed light, though it's of the dimmer sort. But at least they won't need to let their eyes adjust. The moon, he supposes, will do the rest. He's been up here a frequently during the last week or so. You could see a lot of things from here—sometimes even that city in Gemini that rose during the Dark Hour, if you were looking in the right direction. Another plus is that not many people bothered to come up here. That suited him just fine.
…Now where had he put it?
His takes a few more steps forward, eyes scanning the area until he finds what he's looking for: a small, old-looking radio tucked away in a far corner, under one of the few benches. He had been (almost) hoping it would grow legs and walk off, ever since he had found the damn thing and started leaving it up here. (Hard to listen to music and get things done when you have a neighbor just a few doors down that has a penchant for loud music at God knows what time of day; just whenever she damn well pleases.) Though he doesn't know who would want the radio in the first place. To say there were better, newer models would be an understatement. But old, battered things were fine with him. Didn't mean they didn't do their job, and didn't mean they didn't do it well.
Guess it's now or never then.
Now that he has it in his line of vision, he starts to walk over to it.]
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