[ Denji stands there in the dark, the shadow of her ribs made stark by the glow of Aki's bedroom. She looks at her dirty toes. Doesn't remember ever getting to her feet, but there she is. The full of herself, butt-naked, scurrying in after Aki like a mouse squeaking by just in time.
Real distress is marred into her brow even before the door is fully slid shut behind her. Not for the clothes pile she abandons out in the open, and certainly not for the reminder that they have a third roommate that's out howling at the moon or whatever cat people do. Crossing an arm over her stomach, she rubs at her elbow. ]
Another one? [ How many does that make now? Helping her put makeup on, letting her rifle through her clothes, giving her dating advice, welcoming the kisses she pressed to her body, and — all that other stuff after. That's not an equal tally anymore. If it ever was. Was it that big of a deal to not want Aki to leave just yet…
Well, maybe it was. Maybe that's why she still here, spinning numbers, adding to her total debt.
In contrast to how she made herself right at home in her room just a few hours ago, Denji meanders near the side of the bed and looks Aki's direction. She doesn't break eye contact as she swipes a pillow, as if checking for a sign that she's done wrong. Crossed a line she can't see. ]
Umm, m'gonna take this, then… You want me to sleep in the corner? The closet?
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Real distress is marred into her brow even before the door is fully slid shut behind her. Not for the clothes pile she abandons out in the open, and certainly not for the reminder that they have a third roommate that's out howling at the moon or whatever cat people do. Crossing an arm over her stomach, she rubs at her elbow. ]
Another one? [ How many does that make now? Helping her put makeup on, letting her rifle through her clothes, giving her dating advice, welcoming the kisses she pressed to her body, and — all that other stuff after. That's not an equal tally anymore. If it ever was. Was it that big of a deal to not want Aki to leave just yet…
Well, maybe it was. Maybe that's why she still here, spinning numbers, adding to her total debt.
In contrast to how she made herself right at home in her room just a few hours ago, Denji meanders near the side of the bed and looks Aki's direction. She doesn't break eye contact as she swipes a pillow, as if checking for a sign that she's done wrong. Crossed a line she can't see. ]
Umm, m'gonna take this, then… You want me to sleep in the corner? The closet?