Just following at Seimei's shoulder was difficult. He wanted to reach out and snag whatever part of him he could - his sleeve, or the back of his robes, just something so they could stay in contact. Even if Seimei hadn't vanished yet, he might.
The apartment was small - he'd visted Haruhi, though, so he knew how to behave. Any criticisms he had to level, though, he was sure were ones that Seimei had shared. This space was too small for Seimei. A cage for him.
He made short work of his shoes once he'd returned Seimei's bow, letting the door close and following the man into the kitchen with an outstretched arm - one quick to slip itself around Seimei's waist.
"We can find you somewhere better fitting yours."
It would be difficult, but not impossible - Tokyo was a humming, crackling maze he wouldn't dream of dragging Seimei into, but it had its areas of quiet. The coast. Or the wooded areas of Hakone, in sight of Mount Fuji.
They would figure it out. They would figure all of it out.
Plastered against him like Tama-chan used to them both; Kaoru was making a nuisance of himself, not so much underfoot as a weight on Seimei's back and shoulders. Good luck making that tea with any grace, Seimei...
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The apartment was small - he'd visted Haruhi, though, so he knew how to behave. Any criticisms he had to level, though, he was sure were ones that Seimei had shared. This space was too small for Seimei. A cage for him.
He made short work of his shoes once he'd returned Seimei's bow, letting the door close and following the man into the kitchen with an outstretched arm - one quick to slip itself around Seimei's waist.
"We can find you somewhere better fitting yours."
It would be difficult, but not impossible - Tokyo was a humming, crackling maze he wouldn't dream of dragging Seimei into, but it had its areas of quiet. The coast. Or the wooded areas of Hakone, in sight of Mount Fuji.
They would figure it out. They would figure all of it out.
Plastered against him like Tama-chan used to them both; Kaoru was making a nuisance of himself, not so much underfoot as a weight on Seimei's back and shoulders. Good luck making that tea with any grace, Seimei...