#{arata threads

[arcxnumvitae]

@noctispostmortem​

His heart raced and it felt as if it were going to beat straight out of his chest. He couldn’t shake the feeling of dread but that was unsurprising, not when he knew what he was about to do. What he was about to lose. But no, he shouldn’t look at it like that. No matter what happened, he’d always be grateful for the little bit of time he got to spend with Yuka. Distantly noting the hole in the wall near Yuka’s hotel room, Arata stood in front of her door as he gathered courage.

Finally, he raised his hand to knock, each thud of his knuckles sending a wave of apprehension through him. There was a moment of silent pause, then his lips parted and the boy managed to weakly croak out, “Yuka? It’s me.”

[arcxnumvitae]

@thewolfisawake liked for a starter

He sighed, fingers tapping against the bar. It was a slow hour and there wasn’t much going on at the time. Nothing to clean, and the few customers in there had been served already. Without anything to do, he was almost getting antsy. Finally though, the sound of the door opening caught his attention, and he tried not to look too eager for some break in the monotony as someone walked in. “Welcome!”