[Every violent crack of Vincent's fists against the shower tile reached Kurama in the kitchen. It took everything he had not to go in there and physically restrain the other boy in order to keep him from self harm, but knowing that he needed time to himself as much as he needed to vent his anger helped. Whatever damages were incurred could be assessed and dealt with later. They were material and meaningless compared to what Vincent was going through.
That thought carried him quickly through the tidying up of the kitchen and, after a quick trip to his own bedroom to collect his book bag and a couple changes of clothes, he went to sit and wait on the living room sofa. As fate would have it, he wasn't made to wait long before Vincent emerged from his room.
Predictably, he was carrying his guitar.
And his hair was dripping wet like another time he'd emerged from that same bedroom.
When Vincent's heated gaze landed on him, Kurama rose off the sofa and, hoisting his bag over one shoulder, tossed a set of keys toward the other boy.]
I figured you might try and leave, and if that is what you want to do, I won't stop you. But...you shouldn't have to be the one who goes. It should be me.
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That thought carried him quickly through the tidying up of the kitchen and, after a quick trip to his own bedroom to collect his book bag and a couple changes of clothes, he went to sit and wait on the living room sofa. As fate would have it, he wasn't made to wait long before Vincent emerged from his room.
Predictably, he was carrying his guitar.
And his hair was dripping wet like another time he'd emerged from that same bedroom.
When Vincent's heated gaze landed on him, Kurama rose off the sofa and, hoisting his bag over one shoulder, tossed a set of keys toward the other boy.]
I figured you might try and leave, and if that is what you want to do, I won't stop you. But...you shouldn't have to be the one who goes. It should be me.