@opast-luka
He’s surprised to say the least, seeing Luka loitering around the garden area outside. Mostly because, when pondered, Yuki realizes he never sees Luka unless Luka is actively seeking him. Hardly ever any time together outside the public eye—Yuki can’t even say with surety exactly where the room Luka must have is actually at. Sheer curtains sway as he watches the spot of black in the garden move around.
Yuki’s never had the best sleeping habits. By now he’s sure most of the mansion is aware of his bad schedule, and it isn’t as though he’s going to be getting sleep anytime soon. So, in spite of the late hour, Yuki heads down to the garden.
In truth, Yuki spends a lot of his free time right here, among the carefully cultivated flowers and meticulously lined brushes. A sense of serenity fills this place at night, pallid light painting the flowers pale. Quiet, so quiet—the Mansion sleeps or otherwise rests and here, the shadows don’t stretch their terrifying claws. No, this place is always a peaceful respite when his room closes in on him.
He knows Luka likely sees him coming a mile away, perhaps hears or feels him, more accurately. But Yuki still waves when he gets close enough. “Luka, it’s really late—you haven’t retired for the night?” The same could easily be asked of him.