006 ☀ [action, filtered to juuta tachibana]
[ bother, bother, bother. even with the matter mostly settled between his friends from Shibusen and himself concerning his...actions against Izaya, Crona still hasn't been able to face Juuta. he's been holed up in his room, alternating between pacing (Ragnarok pulling at his hair), and sitting curled up with that silly pillow he'd brought from Shibusen. it feels like it's been forever since he was at the shoppe-- the meister had peeked around the corner of the area several times to be sure the shoppe had been fixed (and it had, something he's immensely grateful for), but hadn't the heart to step in.
it feels bad. really bad. like something's twisting in his stomach, coiling around and around and around every time he thinks about Juuta. or even just the situation in general. after being left with his thoughts for so long, Crona's even started to feel a little (read: more than he'd like to admit) bad for Mr Izaya. all of that aside, however, he's plagued with thoughts on whether Izaya's informed Juuta of his...differences, yet. and what he might think about it.
...still, he's been too nervous, too afraid even despite his friend's encouragements, to bring it up on his own. so he sits in his room, seal cradled between awkward fingers, contemplating the words he might say. ]
[ooc: backdated to sometime after Kid's post, but before...now...??? whatever's cool with you, maki.]
it feels bad. really bad. like something's twisting in his stomach, coiling around and around and around every time he thinks about Juuta. or even just the situation in general. after being left with his thoughts for so long, Crona's even started to feel a little (read: more than he'd like to admit) bad for Mr Izaya. all of that aside, however, he's plagued with thoughts on whether Izaya's informed Juuta of his...differences, yet. and what he might think about it.
...still, he's been too nervous, too afraid even despite his friend's encouragements, to bring it up on his own. so he sits in his room, seal cradled between awkward fingers, contemplating the words he might say. ]
[ooc: backdated to sometime after Kid's post, but before...now...??? whatever's cool with you, maki.]