InsaneJournal

WHO: Kai, Kiriko.
WHAT: A necessary chat. Also, threading.
WHEN: Post-Seikodungeon, whenever convenient.
WHERE: Butterfly Room.
WHY: "Simmer down, kid."



Kai lay back on the couch, sinking into it, and kind of wished the thing would just swallow him whole. Could Shadow-couches do that? He hadn't properly sat on it before, so he could only guess. ...It was indeed a nice couch.

It would distract him from his hands, at any rate. He held them up, studying them again - they were bruised and terribly sore, from both his freak-out inside of the dome trap and rushing into a battle right afterward. They had also been fun to explain to his parents (and the glitter he'd been covered in, but then he'd just used the catch-all excuse "I was with Yoshida-chan," and they completely understood).

He couldn't quite believe it himself. Kai Yamada did not sustain injuries from fighting or losing his temper - he pricked himself with needles and bumped into desks and (once or twice, a very, very long time ago) got hit himself, but he never did the hitting.

A rustling in his sewing bag, sitting on the floor beside the couch, reminded him of why he'd actually come to the Butterfly Room.

He sat up and reached down, pulling out his hugdoll self, now animated by the Butterfly Room and squirming in his grip. So everyone else was right - they did move in here. He had grabbed his from the school before Tom had made his collection run, so now he'd had to return the Kaidoll himself.

He set it down on the floor, and was bemused to find it hang onto his pant leg and refuse to re-join the group.

"Go join your friends," he chided, feeling hollow even as he said it, but it could not be moved.

Sighing, he scooped it back up and let the doll sit on his chest while he lay back on the couch, where it proceeded to busy itself miming the motions of sewing back on a loose button on his jacket.