'It's pointless. This time I will sit right here next to your futon and make sure all you do is eat and sleep. There is no escape from resting. And even if you make it out of the window' Kakeru puts on his most scary, emotionless face: 'You know what will happen.'
unabating in all he did, or so it would seem. for kakeru took his post with the utmost severity && he was almost certain those attentive eyes had strewn not since he’d entered && claimed that very spot. laughter, feeble && subdued befalls, raking at his already sore throat && sanctioning him with instant regret
❝ alright, alright. ❞
he sinks back into the solace && warmth of the blanket, resting his head, resounding with a dull ache for some time, against the pillow, leaden lids finally slipping closed. ❝ i’ll leave myself in your capable hands then, Kakeru. ❞ for until the fever subsided it was unlikely he’d be making such audacious feats as climbing out of the window —— this time that was.
