#mutsotsuki

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@mutsotsuki

How embarrassing, Urie thought as he woke up on the couch. Whatever emotion that had overcome him that made him think of hand holding, and convinced him to spend the night at Mutsuki’s, he was going to repress it. He stood up and stretched his back muscles and continued his inner monologue.

Well, while he was here he should be sure that Mutsuki got a healthy breakfast. Nutrition was important for a quinx squad member. That was what he told himself as he made his way to the kitchen, and began to cook. A few minutes later, he he scraped eggs (slightly burnt around the edges) on a plate. 

“Oh, Mutsuki I didn’t see you. Breakfast is ready. If you see Saiko- ah, right. Well, (uhhh) enjoy!”

Urie then attempted to smile. Muscles that had not been used in years creaked as he tried to force them into place, but all he could manage was some lopsided looking grin.

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@mutsotsuki

He had seen him before, sometimes he stopped by at :re in Tokyo at times, an investigator that worked with Ken... oh no... he was Haise Sasaki now, right? But the boy he spotted in a dark alley way now did look nothing like the one that laughed and chatted with Haise over a cup of coffee. 

The sweet stench of blood and death should have drawn him closer, natural instincts and things like that but actually it was the helpless muttering and mumbling, the desperation and the anger in the boy’s voice that made him move closer to him. 

Didn’t he see something like this before? He did. Back then it was Ken who lost control and hurt people around himself, but mostly himself. Renji quietly approached the boy and sat down next to him. 

“... this isn’t the best place to be right now, you know?” 

“In a dark alleyway in Hive City... but at least you’re not alone anymore.”