nanashi @ akutame
With an old notebook in hand (despite almost everything relying on bitphones these days, Nanashi had purposefully picked this out in hopes it might please Akuta somehow), he made his way to the tower where the writer spent most of his time. In a way, Nanashi saw them as kindred spirits -- not exactly, because Akuta certainly wasn’t trash -- but because he seemed to be emotionally withdrawn.
Sure, he wasn’t one for affecting people’s happiness, given the probability of making a mistake, but..it didn’t seem like anyone else would help him.
“Ne, Akuta,” Nanashi poked the laying figure. “Are you busy?”












