even though his finals weren’t starting for at least another week, he’d already done enough studying to carry him through without a hitch. and with enough books piling up in the corner of his room, he was growing restless. the semester seemed to drag on in a way that left him listless, moving from one thing to another – pick up his violin, dig into another shelf at the library, listen to his lectures over again. now he was out of options ( or at least any that he felt drawn to ) which left only one thing: cleaning.
typically there wasn’t much to do – kennedy was always organized; his room lived in but always clean. still, there were things he hadn’t touched in ages, things accumulating at the back of his closet he could do with going through. during a full afternoon cross-legged on his bedroom floor digging around and clearing things out, he’d stumbled upon one too many things that no longer belonged to him. a sweater, an old cd case, a few sheets of handwritten music. the latter was his, but it wasn’t for him, it never had been, and so he didn’t see a need in keeping it. with a wrinkle of his nose, he’d tucked into a cardboard box, ignoring the doodles of hearts in the corners of the page that made his stomach twist uncomfortably.
it’s this that brings him to the aphrodite house ( he’d had to make it clear to iker as he’d passed by that he was not in fact here to see him ). he knocks on vincent’s door, briefly debates leaving the box and disappearing, but knows it’d be far too cowardly. and for the amount they had in common, backing down was definitely on the list. so he waits until the door opens before he juts the box out rudely. “ here. ” he clears his throat. “ this is your stuff. i don’t want it. ” @vincenteu
