Rin, Kohaku, [Open to Shing and Beryl too]Where:
The Hearts-cast apartmentWhen:
BACKDATE - After this fightStyle:
Prose. All the feels, man.Status:
He was wheezing by the time he reached the familiar apartment he had spent so much time in during the past several months. Clutching his aching side, most of Rin's deeper wounds were in the last stages of mending, but that didn't mean he was out of the woods yet. And he knew he looked a horrible mess - shirt torn up, covered in blood, bruises on his face and arms - but he couldn't just hold off and hope that his own healing didn't cut out and add to his already decidedly bad day.
He knew he should contact Maka and Masaru, too, but he was wanting to cross that bridge a little later, when his head wasn't pounding and he didn't feel weak and sick to his stomach.
He finally made it to the door and raised his scratched, bruised hand to knock, pausing to look at it. An all too familiar sight, reminiscent of the days before he knew who and what he was.
Some things just never changed...
Finally he knocked as loud as he could, then promptly slumped against the door with a grunt, closing his eyes as he willed his head to stop spinning.
"'eyy... Kohaku... open up..."