Settling In
Yoite panted a little for breath under the weight of the bedroll he was carrying. The stairs creaked under his feet and his movements were a whole lot less graceful with this new burden. Usually he could roam about making no sound and leaving no trace but it seemed now that the house was trying to remind everyone within earshot that he was there. He didn't like it. He preferred his shadows and his ghost steps.
As he breached the top of the stairs he paused. A hallway lined with doors but no idea which one to go into. In retrospect he realized he should have asked Miharu if he wanted his own room, but things had been.... slightly off between them since their arrival in the village.
There was the deadness of that unaddressed conversation that had been left to hang there, weighing on Yoite's shoulders and possibly making his normally rigidly straight posture slightly hunched. He didn't like it. Without feeling like he could hide beside Miharu, Yoite felt like there was nothing he was anchored to, and the questioning looks from Raikou and Iruka weren't helping. Yoite could tell that the pink haired man sensed something was amiss but he still had no inclination to tell him anything.
He wanted to talk to Miharu. But Yoite was a boy without words.
Just looks. His voice had been melted down into the poignancy of a single haunted glance or the slightest twitch of his lips. So easily missed. Everything about him was easily overlooked. But Miharu was looking at him. Even without meeting his eyes Yoite knew he was looking... in another way.... with the spirit or with the heart Yoite was uncertain. He had no understanding of such things but he knew it was something untangable.
Finally he set the bedroll down in his own room.
He didn't want Miharu away from him, even if there was trouble between them.
As he breached the top of the stairs he paused. A hallway lined with doors but no idea which one to go into. In retrospect he realized he should have asked Miharu if he wanted his own room, but things had been.... slightly off between them since their arrival in the village.
There was the deadness of that unaddressed conversation that had been left to hang there, weighing on Yoite's shoulders and possibly making his normally rigidly straight posture slightly hunched. He didn't like it. Without feeling like he could hide beside Miharu, Yoite felt like there was nothing he was anchored to, and the questioning looks from Raikou and Iruka weren't helping. Yoite could tell that the pink haired man sensed something was amiss but he still had no inclination to tell him anything.
He wanted to talk to Miharu. But Yoite was a boy without words.
Just looks. His voice had been melted down into the poignancy of a single haunted glance or the slightest twitch of his lips. So easily missed. Everything about him was easily overlooked. But Miharu was looking at him. Even without meeting his eyes Yoite knew he was looking... in another way.... with the spirit or with the heart Yoite was uncertain. He had no understanding of such things but he knew it was something untangable.
Finally he set the bedroll down in his own room.
He didn't want Miharu away from him, even if there was trouble between them.