[Kuzuryuu hears the yelling clear down the street and through the wall of his apartment. Granted, his apartment's not far from the train station so maybe it has more to do with proximity than shrillness, but. Y'know.
That screeching is way too fucking familiar to ignore, though. He throws on a coat, takes the stairs down carefully (depth perception is a bitch), and trots towards the source of the noise. He's Kuzuryuu Fuyuhiko. He's always looking for something dumb to do.
Not that he was expecting to actually stumble on someone he knows. Not after something like a month of false alarms.
Also, he really didn't think about how he'd approach this particular someone-he-knows. Also, shouldn't she be in a coma?
Shit. This is awkward.]
...Saionji?
[He hangs back, not sure if the statute of limitations on their truce has timed out.]
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That screeching is way too fucking familiar to ignore, though. He throws on a coat, takes the stairs down carefully (depth perception is a bitch), and trots towards the source of the noise. He's Kuzuryuu Fuyuhiko. He's always looking for something dumb to do.
Not that he was expecting to actually stumble on someone he knows. Not after something like a month of false alarms.
Also, he really didn't think about how he'd approach this particular someone-he-knows. Also, shouldn't she be in a coma?
Shit. This is awkward.]
...Saionji?
[He hangs back, not sure if the statute of limitations on their truce has timed out.]