'cause we're only several miles from the sun
N flicks off a bit of lint from his sleeve with a distasteful frown, sitting rather morosely on the chair. He wouldn't readily admit that he was bored, but frankly, he was bored. Origami was fluttering around him, but it couldn't really hold his interest for that long.
Of course, now that he was living with Mihael (temporarily, he reminded himself), things had taken... quite a different turn lately. Instead of quietly sitting somewhere and playing with the latest toys, he was constantly bickering, and whereas he didn't miss it (because he didn't), it was getting rather droll without the company that he'd grown used to far too quickly.
Still. He'd have to wait it out, he supposed, because N wasn't about to venture out into the hallway unprotected--who knew where Light could be lurking? So, instead he sat for a few moments longer, heaving out a long sigh before turning his eyes toward the desk and boredly (even though he wasn't bored) tracing patterns of the wood with his index finger.