He's distracted; his head is so full of thoughts it feels like it might explode; morally, ethically, logically, he's utterly unmoored. And now he's locked in. He checks the door one last time, just to be sure, but-- yeah, it's locked alright, and he doesn't have a key. Maybe he can call someone...ah, but it looks like he left his tablet in the kitchen.
Yu has never felt so intensely off, frazzled, directionless, so at odds with himself. It's maddening.
It's only when he pushes open the door to the kitchen that he realizes he's not alone -- and if not for the sound of such a familiar voice, it would take him a longer moment to recognize the other boy. In spite of the recognition, in spite of their previous encounter at the dojo, Yu freezes where he stands for a moment, breath hanging in his throat. It's almost an automatic response, something that takes hold of him before he even really consciously realizes who it is.
Mikey. He's locked in with Mikey.]
... I didn't see any when I was closing the kitchen.
[The spell breaks; the shock eases out of his expression. He moves closer, somewhat, though there's still a bit of tension in the way he stands. It's-- progress, maybe. Not perfect, but...he's still moving forward, at least a little.]
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He's distracted; his head is so full of thoughts it feels like it might explode; morally, ethically, logically, he's utterly unmoored. And now he's locked in. He checks the door one last time, just to be sure, but-- yeah, it's locked alright, and he doesn't have a key. Maybe he can call someone...ah, but it looks like he left his tablet in the kitchen.
Yu has never felt so intensely off, frazzled, directionless, so at odds with himself. It's maddening.
It's only when he pushes open the door to the kitchen that he realizes he's not alone -- and if not for the sound of such a familiar voice, it would take him a longer moment to recognize the other boy. In spite of the recognition, in spite of their previous encounter at the dojo, Yu freezes where he stands for a moment, breath hanging in his throat. It's almost an automatic response, something that takes hold of him before he even really consciously realizes who it is.
Mikey. He's locked in with Mikey.]
... I didn't see any when I was closing the kitchen.
[The spell breaks; the shock eases out of his expression. He moves closer, somewhat, though there's still a bit of tension in the way he stands. It's-- progress, maybe. Not perfect, but...he's still moving forward, at least a little.]