[It's a flat rejection. He's giving all he's got to keep himself sounding disinterested, but he's pulling it off. Internally, however, he wants to scream. This is a subject he doesn't want to address with Mikado now.
Meanwhile, he's emptied his drawers and is now going around the apartment finding anything that has a trace of him. If it seems like it could have a memory attached, he's taking it, even if it wasn't his to begin with. The mug he always drank tea from. The spoon he chipped by throwing it during an argument. The star-shaped decals he'd stuck to the window "because this place is so small and boring". There are happy memories like that here, just as much as there are painful ones. But he's packing it all away.
Knowing that his life here with Mikado all fits into one cardboard box is somehow both relieving and incredibly upsetting.]
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[It's a flat rejection. He's giving all he's got to keep himself sounding disinterested, but he's pulling it off. Internally, however, he wants to scream. This is a subject he doesn't want to address with Mikado now.
Meanwhile, he's emptied his drawers and is now going around the apartment finding anything that has a trace of him. If it seems like it could have a memory attached, he's taking it, even if it wasn't his to begin with. The mug he always drank tea from. The spoon he chipped by throwing it during an argument. The star-shaped decals he'd stuck to the window "because this place is so small and boring". There are happy memories like that here, just as much as there are painful ones. But he's packing it all away.
Knowing that his life here with Mikado all fits into one cardboard box is somehow both relieving and incredibly upsetting.]