Knife party... [Closed; Rin]
It was sad, the thought of not living with a proper roof over your head. Azusa knew that feeling all too well; staggering on the streets, legs growing week, and toppling over on the pavement due to sheer hunger. Grey eyes stare up at the ceiling that is above, and his eyes began to feel heavy. He closes them. Everything turns black, and all too familiar words echoed in his head: ‘What are you sitting there for? Unsightly thing. Thanks to us you are alive you know.’ Did he really deserve this roof over him?
He opens his eyes suddenly with a surprised gasp. Ah… Did he doze off…? Onto his feet, Azusa stands, and walks slowly over to the kitchen. Beneath a cupboard he searches, and in due time he finds the first aid kit. He holds the kit up between his palms, and turns it upside down, “We may need this… Right, Justin… … … Huh… What…? Do you want to feel snugger…? I see… I'll make it tighter...” With a click of the latch that held the kit shut, the box opens, and the contents from bandages, bandaids, and cotton balls to cleaning supplies fell from the kit.
The boy falls back on his rump as he is covered with these contents.
“Ah…” He hums as he stares at the mess before him. Maybe this was a bad idea. He perks up, feeling a presence close in- a familiar smell too! With a simple point towards the door, summoned familiars hover their way over to the door to open it kindly before the visitor can reach the door to knock.
When the door open he speaks from where he is sitting, covered in the mess he just made, “Hello, Rin-san… I’m glad you came by… Hehe…”
