[He knows the value of suspense all too well. When Tokiomi bolts to the shower before retreating to his room, he knows how precious that time alone must seem, and how easy it would be to disturb it with nothing more than the sound of running water.
So he takes his time and slips into the shower not long after he hears Tokiomi's door close. He takes his time. He turns the water off slowly. And when he leaves the bathroom, all smiles and wrapped in a fluffy bath robe, he makes sure to give the bathroom door a little extra slam.
And then he lets himself into Tokiomi's room - no knock, no prior announcement, just the sound of the door creaking open and the sight of his horrible little smirk.]
[He knows he won't have much time to himself. It's only until the other boy is finished showering, and then he's sure to come and bother him. So the entire time is spent anxiously aware of the sound, as he fails miserably to get anywhere in their summer reading. He used to get so lost in books his mother would have to come knock on his door to get him to dinner. Now he finds himself rereading paragraphs over and over, too nervous to take in the words at all.
It's awful, but it's nothing to the way his heart seems to stop at the sound of that slamming door. When Cyrus comes in he'll have set the book side, still in his bathrobe (because there's no point in having gotten dressed until he's sure he'll be allowed to). He does his best to keep his cool, standing and going through the contents of the shelf as id the knickknacks there have any value beyond pure design.]
[He crosses to the shelf without second thought, intensely interested in whatever Tokiomi seems to be examining at the moment. He really does, in a strange way, want to know what value the objects have. Certainly they must hold some reason for interest...? Casually, he picks up a small, decorative rock paperweight and looks to see Tokiomi's reaction.]
[He was only looking at a model ship. It's pretty from a distance, but up close it's kind of odd. It's not really accurate. It's just meant to look expensive. The paperweight is no more valuable, and he hardly gives it a glance.]
Perhaps.
[Not that he can imagine it being a particularly good evening. He wants to go home. A whole three weeks here seems like forever, and all the summer things that could have been fun just sound like chores. He'd rather be safe in his room with his books and no obligation to talk to anyone but his family.]
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So he takes his time and slips into the shower not long after he hears Tokiomi's door close. He takes his time. He turns the water off slowly. And when he leaves the bathroom, all smiles and wrapped in a fluffy bath robe, he makes sure to give the bathroom door a little extra slam.
And then he lets himself into Tokiomi's room - no knock, no prior announcement, just the sound of the door creaking open and the sight of his horrible little smirk.]
Today was fun, wasn't it?
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It's awful, but it's nothing to the way his heart seems to stop at the sound of that slamming door. When Cyrus comes in he'll have set the book side, still in his bathrobe (because there's no point in having gotten dressed until he's sure he'll be allowed to). He does his best to keep his cool, standing and going through the contents of the shelf as id the knickknacks there have any value beyond pure design.]
It was long. I'd like to go to sleep.
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This early? What a waste of a good evening.
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Perhaps.
[Not that he can imagine it being a particularly good evening. He wants to go home. A whole three weeks here seems like forever, and all the summer things that could have been fun just sound like chores. He'd rather be safe in his room with his books and no obligation to talk to anyone but his family.]
Nevertheless, I'm tired.