[It wasn't the notebook that Kit studied after he'd held it out, but Vincent. The other boy's response was telling and further proof that he was whom Kit thought: not just any partner, but his. He could sense through Kurama's memories how much they had endured together and how incensed he'd been at the other boy's soul being held hostage. He could sense it even now, between Vincent and himself, in the way they were continuously drawn to one another and how, no matter the amount of blood shed or barbs delivered, they seemed to thrive in each other's presence.
That was how they'd put together that symbol, after all.
After a moment more, Kit closed the book and tucked it away again. Then, he positioned himself next to Vincent against the wall of the club, his gaze trained upon the mostly vacant street before them. Foot traffic would pick up soon, as well as other varieties. Businesses would be opening, even if the real activity wouldn't start in the district until much later after the sun had gone down.
It was quiet for now, almost nice. Like the eye of a storm. He wouldn't be a bit surprised if that was how Kurama always felt around Hiei...]
No... (；⌣̀_⌣́)
That was how they'd put together that symbol, after all.
After a moment more, Kit closed the book and tucked it away again. Then, he positioned himself next to Vincent against the wall of the club, his gaze trained upon the mostly vacant street before them. Foot traffic would pick up soon, as well as other varieties. Businesses would be opening, even if the real activity wouldn't start in the district until much later after the sun had gone down.
It was quiet for now, almost nice. Like the eye of a storm. He wouldn't be a bit surprised if that was how Kurama always felt around Hiei...]
Did you have a dream, too?