My age has never made me wise

[doctor_dragoon]

Who: Night and Yukio
Where: Yukio’s bedroom in the Villa
When: Wednesday night.
Style: Starting in brackets, will follow.
Status: Closed.

[Yukio glared at the bubble hovering over his head again before he removed his glasses and set them on his bedside table. At least without his glasses the bubble was less distinct. Just an annoying blurry shape rather than a curse broadcasting everything he worked so hard to hide on a daily basis.

He’d been lucky so far, able to avoid awkward topics in public and keep out of social situations in general. Surface thoughts were easy enough to deal with and he’d had more than enough practice keeping himself composed, inside and out (mostly)… Some might call it “lying”, but it was a skill that had served him well for a very long time.

Shaking his head to himself, the exorcist gave the bubble one more frown before sliding into his bed and under the blankets, turning to rest on one side so that the curse wouldn’t distract him from sleeping. He got more of that in Nautilus than he ever had at home, but it never seemed to be quite enough.]

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[doctor_dragoon]

[Yukio hesitates for several long moments, worrying briefly over his nightmare and the realities behind it, but he soon pushes those thoughts aside. He's not going to come to a conclusion while still jittery and at this hour. He's spent enough sleepless nights to know when to call it.

And since there's no way he'll be getting back to sleep any time soon anyway...

The younger exorcist rises without a word, sliding his glasses onto his face and catching up with Night in a few steps.]

[darkasnight]

[He wasn't completely sure if Yukio would take him up on his offer, but finds himself pleasantly surprised to see the younger man catch up to him a few moments later.

Night keeps a comfortable silence as they walk outside with no real destination in mind. Exploring an underwater city in the dead of night was just as peaceful as he imagines it to be.]