[His phone had been blowing up for the last hour. Have you seen Haru? A text from their landlord. People are asking about you and Haru. A text from his boss. Haru’s acting a little funny. Haru looked a little different, a text from the old lady next door that Dylas shares his fish with. Dylas had never been a social person, but Haru had not only brought him out of his shell somewhat, he’d also given enough people plenty of reason to text him before it was even noon.
At first, he’d called Haru, but there wasn’t an answer. Being old-fashioned, Dylas never texted himself, so he pulled his hook out of the water, packed up his gear and cooler, and loaded everything onto his bike, heading back to the apartment they’d shared ever since he’d reached out to the only other amnesiac in town.
The first sign that Dylas is home comes from the familiar sound of jingling keys immediately followed by the lock turning. This is ridiculous. He’d warned Haru he’d be back around 10PM, that he was meeting someone to see a boat. He’d even told Haru that he’d take him out to see it if he learned how to behave himself. So why does he have this pit in his stomach? He knows Haru is going to be watching TV or playing with the cat or in his room.
He opens the door and pushes it open. Relief hits him immediately. What a stupid thing to get worked up over, that’s what he’s thinking about again. Dylas’ ears even lift in that way they do when he’s happy.]
Oh, good. You’re here. [And that’s all he can ask for as he shuts the door behind him.] I mean, not that you wouldn’t be, but...I’m glad you’re here.
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Date: 2016-06-01 11:25 am (UTC)At first, he’d called Haru, but there wasn’t an answer. Being old-fashioned, Dylas never texted himself, so he pulled his hook out of the water, packed up his gear and cooler, and loaded everything onto his bike, heading back to the apartment they’d shared ever since he’d reached out to the only other amnesiac in town.
The first sign that Dylas is home comes from the familiar sound of jingling keys immediately followed by the lock turning. This is ridiculous. He’d warned Haru he’d be back around 10PM, that he was meeting someone to see a boat. He’d even told Haru that he’d take him out to see it if he learned how to behave himself. So why does he have this pit in his stomach? He knows Haru is going to be watching TV or playing with the cat or in his room.
He opens the door and pushes it open. Relief hits him immediately. What a stupid thing to get worked up over, that’s what he’s thinking about again. Dylas’ ears even lift in that way they do when he’s happy.]
Oh, good. You’re here. [And that’s all he can ask for as he shuts the door behind him.] I mean, not that you wouldn’t be, but...I’m glad you’re here.