Characters: Kamotaro Itou, Kristoph Gavin
Content: Kristoph's up, Itou's all over that.
Setting: Infirmary, where Kristoph's being confined due to his slit throat.
Time: Right after
this post.
Warnings: Two bespectacled blonds, the name of K, and other things that make them the friends that they are.
Kristoph was finally up and about, judging from his explosing -- though painful -- network post. Itou hastily shut his difference engine down, tucked it under his arm, and briskly strode to the infirmary as fast as he could manage without breaking to a run.
His friend's state upon arrival in the ship had worried him greatly. Perhaps he had not been specific enough in his instructions to Bansai. He had told the man to leave Kristoph alive, but this... It was annoying, to feel something akin to worry stirring up in his gut. He had told himself that he would step over everyone and anyone to get to the top, and Kristoph should not -- would not -- be an exception.
"Kristoph," he called as he stepped in the infirmary mere minutes after their conversation.