As soon as Saturday morning hit, alright a little later into the morning, you still had to get used to actually being awake, you grip the small box full of your father's rings and head out. There was only person you knew that was actually friends with your father. Luckily for you, it was a somewhat mutual friendship.
Davara.
In full glamour, you sprint to the nearest train station and luckily enough, you manage to catch the express. The journey doesn't take very long, much to your relief. And you only have to walk a few blocks to reach the place you had visited once before for brief sword play. You knock three times, clutching the box and biting your lip. Would he know? If he did, would you like the answer? Calm down, this was probably one of the many traditions of the human culture you had somewhat abandoned. Something with a simple and not terrible explanation like that.
So you wait. And wait. And freaking wait. It isn't until you've waited nearly thirty minutes at the door do you think to put your hand on it and check if anyone was actually inside. Lo and behold, no one was.
"You've got to be fuckin' kiddin' me..."
Turning and sliding down the door, you make yourself as comfortable as you can, legs crossed and box in your lap. Fine. You'd wait. You'd wait as long as you needed for him to return. Maybe he was doing something with Feferi? Fef. Maybe you should text her about this? Call even? No... You shake your head and sigh. You won't pester her with this unless it was necessary. Up until this point, you had never not wanted to talk to your best friend so desperately.
As morning slipped to the afternoon and afternoon slipped to evening, you didn't move from your spot. Maybe stood up and changed position every hour or so, but you refused to leave. You'd wait out the night, the weekend even, if it came to it.
