manuscripture: (✒ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ.)
ʀᴏʜᴀɴ ᴋɪsʜɪʙᴇ. ([personal profile] manuscripture) wrote 2016-09-22 11:44 am (UTC)

will we ever change

[ Rohan's here. He is always here. He had given Lorna the day off and told Jotaro to stay away until he contacted him late, late into the night. He has projects to work on...

Things to keep his hands busy that aren't sitting at his computer and fuming over what mess he now needs to clean up within the next week. Rohan stews alone and buried in his paintings or under sheets of fabric away from the storefront. Yet the little bell goes off and he goes rigid in his workroom. He had flipped the sign over, hadn't he? It might be Jotaro. It might be Karamatsu. No one else would have the sense to walk in like this.

Rohan pulls himself away from his painting, straightens his clothes and slithers out from behind the curtain in the back. ]


We're closed-- [ It isn't Jotaro coming to fuss over him or Karamatsu coming to talk his ear off. It's Yuzu. The last gargoyle he thought would step into this place willingly again is just placing a box down on the front desk. ]

What are you doing here?

[ The dim lamplight isn't what makes him look tired. He IS tired. No headband, his hair a little askew and sitting as naturally as it can in fluffy cowlicks. It looks like he hasn't slept a wink in days.

It's only been a few hours. ]

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