He deposited the soiled bed sheets into the washer, a hand simultaneously reaching for his pack of cigarettes. But they weren’t there. He’d left them in his jacket. Releasing an aggravated sigh, the silverette started up the machine before he made his way back to the living room. He should probably do his other laundry too while he was at it. Slipping his hand into the inner coat pocket, he slid the small plastic box of Marlboro out, removing one of the thin tubes. Smoking was another habit he’d kept from his youth. Of course, it was much more difficult to break away from than simply keeping his address a secret.
It was hard for him to open up and trust people. Sure, he put his complete faith in the Tenth. But he couldn’t say the same for anyone else. Actually, in a lot of ways, even the Tenth didn’t understand him fully. He never did. Not that it really mattered. He had someone else now, but there was not much hope placed in him either. The only reason why he’d brought him back to his apartment was because he couldn’t possibly leave him alone anymore. It was beyond his control now after what had occurred just the previous day. Plus, it was a simple fact that Mukuro Rokudo just needed him. He was completely hopeless otherwise.
Take what he was doing at the moment. He had been gone for barely a couple of minutes and now he was wriggling across the floor like the pathetic heap of a mess that he was. The man couldn’t even drink from a cup with a straw. If he didn’t need him, then the world surely must have gone mad. “That’s not how you do the Worm,” he commented, taking a step over him as if he was a pile of trash in the middle of the road, “Are your clothes wet?” He crouched down to pick up the fallen cup, his eyes scanning for the areas where the liquid had most likely spilt. He needed to go fetch his mop and bucket from the closet. What a drag.
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Date: 2012-09-18 05:46 am (UTC)It was hard for him to open up and trust people. Sure, he put his complete faith in the Tenth. But he couldn’t say the same for anyone else. Actually, in a lot of ways, even the Tenth didn’t understand him fully. He never did. Not that it really mattered. He had someone else now, but there was not much hope placed in him either. The only reason why he’d brought him back to his apartment was because he couldn’t possibly leave him alone anymore. It was beyond his control now after what had occurred just the previous day. Plus, it was a simple fact that Mukuro Rokudo just needed him. He was completely hopeless otherwise.
Take what he was doing at the moment. He had been gone for barely a couple of minutes and now he was wriggling across the floor like the pathetic heap of a mess that he was. The man couldn’t even drink from a cup with a straw. If he didn’t need him, then the world surely must have gone mad. “That’s not how you do the Worm,” he commented, taking a step over him as if he was a pile of trash in the middle of the road, “Are your clothes wet?” He crouched down to pick up the fallen cup, his eyes scanning for the areas where the liquid had most likely spilt. He needed to go fetch his mop and bucket from the closet. What a drag.