| [Feb. 28th, 2008|02:57 am] |
"Couple years," Aoba replied noncommittally, looking for his keys in one pocket. Receipt, receipt, love note from Hanabi, love note from Haruhi, grocery list from Machiko. "So, how long you stayin', kid? In ANBU, I mean."
Keys were located in his pocket and gently extracted, and Aoba paused in front of his door with them dangling from the lock. "Told myself I'd stay six months, and I'm still here." And delightfully not fucking batshit, but that was more Machiko and his Ma's doing than anything else, Aoba knew. It was their job to keep him sane and his job to keep his friends sane. Nice little setup they had now. |
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