ilija. *
- THERE WAS a lot of ilija wanted to do since getting out of the hospital and arriving in tokyo, most of them had to do with figuring out what had happened during the time he couldn’t remember. it was one of the reasons he asked around for alessandro’s apartment number after being told by mimi that they were together that night and actually went there. ‘ hey, can we talk ? ’·
of all the people ale expected to see knocking on his apartment door, ilija was definitely not one of them. from what he’s heard, the croatian can’t remember a single thing from that night so ale doubted it would even be mentioned. “ sure, come on in, ” he invites instead of questioning, stepping aside to let ilija in. he motions towards the living room for him to sit. “ how are you doing ? i heard about what happened. ”












