[ Floor nine, room two. This must be the right place — after the little run-in with one of his roommates, things have felt a little awkward, perhaps, for Orga. Things like that didn't matter much to him — they have always been this way for as long as he could remember, and there was no reason for then to change anything about how they acted for the sake of others, if it wasn't necessarily harmful.
But then, whether it was at his assigned space or Orga's, as long as they can be near each other it didn't matter much to Mika. An anchor, a point of stability that he knew to be constant, all the more so now from the brief lack of it that spanned the month beforehand.
He reaches for the door but it's opened from the inside before he could get the handle, and Mika tilts his head up, his good eye angled towards the taller boy. ]
Hey, Orga.
[ The greeting cuts off, his expression frozen between split second of surprise and disbelief, so rare to him. The next second he is in the room, pushing his body between that of Orga and Julieta; a shoulder pressed back against Orga's side, the barrel of the gun aimed steadily, unerringly at the girl. ]
Orga. [ his voice is as quiet and as steady as his aim, scarcely louder than the click of the safety going off. ] What is she doing here?
slams in here like a kool-aid man
But then, whether it was at his assigned space or Orga's, as long as they can be near each other it didn't matter much to Mika. An anchor, a point of stability that he knew to be constant, all the more so now from the brief lack of it that spanned the month beforehand.
He reaches for the door but it's opened from the inside before he could get the handle, and Mika tilts his head up, his good eye angled towards the taller boy. ]
Hey, Orga.
[ The greeting cuts off, his expression frozen between split second of surprise and disbelief, so rare to him. The next second he is in the room, pushing his body between that of Orga and Julieta; a shoulder pressed back against Orga's side, the barrel of the gun aimed steadily, unerringly at the girl. ]
Orga. [ his voice is as quiet and as steady as his aim, scarcely louder than the click of the safety going off. ] What is she doing here?