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@mtmnkaoru
Very slowly...had he planned to come find his friend at her usual lair, Henry would have chose a day he wasn’t wearing white sneakers. He took slow, careful steps down the art department-- always cluttered with old easels, stools and tables crusted with old paint and god knows what other mediums, wet or dry. Why don’t they clear the hallways out? It’s not hard to keep things organized and...clean.
The single figure standing in the middle of an empty studio had to be Kaoru, and if it wasn’t, he’d apologize later. His favorite way to greet friends was to suddenly appear in utter silence, responding to something they’d mumbled to themselves out loud. He crept inside, contorting himself around these damn easels that can’t afford to be put to the side obviously, until... “My shoe-” he got careless somehow he’d kicked a stool over as he lifted his leg, sending it topping over an easel, into another easel, and another, each one loudly creaking and clattering to the floor. He froze in an awkward pose, brows arched and eyes wide as they darted from the mess of easels to--luckily--Kaoru, pursing his lips into a line. Well obviously, he was here.
