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museboxofmuses2013-07-23 04:45 pm
jumyouboshi) wrote in museboxofmuses2013-07-23 04:45 pm
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[closed] knock knock
It was rather late at night, as it usually was when Alcor returned home from work. But instead of finding Yamato at the living room table, watching television or doing homework or reading, he was nowhere to be found. He wasn't even napping on the sofa or anything. Alcor looked around, giving their home only a cursory glance, and he was nowhere to be seen.
How strange.
But, Alcor thought, he must be here. It was as if he did not want to acknowledge a more worrying alternative. Quietly and quickly, he slipped out two microwavable meals from the refrigerator (he noted that they were both there, untouched, so Yamato didn't even have dinner yet despite how late it was), set them on their table, and cautiously meandered his way around the apartment, until he realized he missed something very obvious.
Of course. Yamato would be in his room. Alcor tried to open the door to Yamato's room, turning the knob and pushing, except he found it was locked. A good and bad sign. He let out a sigh, and raised a hand, curled his fingers, and rapped his knuckles against the wood.
Knock.
Knock knock.
How strange.
But, Alcor thought, he must be here. It was as if he did not want to acknowledge a more worrying alternative. Quietly and quickly, he slipped out two microwavable meals from the refrigerator (he noted that they were both there, untouched, so Yamato didn't even have dinner yet despite how late it was), set them on their table, and cautiously meandered his way around the apartment, until he realized he missed something very obvious.
Of course. Yamato would be in his room. Alcor tried to open the door to Yamato's room, turning the knob and pushing, except he found it was locked. A good and bad sign. He let out a sigh, and raised a hand, curled his fingers, and rapped his knuckles against the wood.
Knock.
Knock knock.