[ It was nothing, had been nothing, at least up onto the point when Shiro turned his head, shown his face.
Rain doesn't bother Mikoto, hasn't bothered him for years. It's a rip in the otherwise immutable laws of physics that brings him comfort with its familiarity (hah), keeping him dry and warm amongst the crowd of drenched newcomers. He hadn't stayed long to mingle, too exhausted, too irritated. Misery loved company only up to a certain point.
The apartments had been a little harder to find than advertised, and Mikoto would be lying if he didn't say that a couple of benches that he'd passed along the way hadn't looked more and more enticing with each wrong turn. But he'd managed. Somehow, with energy that he hadn't known he'd left to spare, he'd found his destination. Arrived, right on time.
He stops. Just for a moment, but it's still long enough to count.
'Cause that face? Oh, he wouldn't forget that face even if death took him prematurely, kicking and snarling and on fire.
He lets the cigarette fall from his mouth and crushes it with his next step forward, the air heating around him, evaporating the puddles that he cuts across. Not the subtlest start to a hunt, but it'll do. He's in no state of mind to be picky. ]
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Rain doesn't bother Mikoto, hasn't bothered him for years. It's a rip in the otherwise immutable laws of physics that brings him comfort with its familiarity (hah), keeping him dry and warm amongst the crowd of drenched newcomers. He hadn't stayed long to mingle, too exhausted, too irritated. Misery loved company only up to a certain point.
The apartments had been a little harder to find than advertised, and Mikoto would be lying if he didn't say that a couple of benches that he'd passed along the way hadn't looked more and more enticing with each wrong turn. But he'd managed. Somehow, with energy that he hadn't known he'd left to spare, he'd found his destination. Arrived, right on time.
He stops. Just for a moment, but it's still long enough to count.
'Cause that face? Oh, he wouldn't forget that face even if death took him prematurely, kicking and snarling and on fire.
He lets the cigarette fall from his mouth and crushes it with his next step forward, the air heating around him, evaporating the puddles that he cuts across. Not the subtlest start to a hunt, but it'll do. He's in no state of mind to be picky. ]