[It was late at night by the time Barnaby decided to trek back to his flat for the first time in weeks, even if it was under the guise of checking on his rooms to make sure that the wildlife hadn't come to reclaim his pristine carpeting and wall-sized posters that adorned his living room. With the proper use of lighting and equipment, Barnaby could pretend that he was at home looking at the skyline of Sternbild's Gold Stage. Although he was coming to realize that the mentality was unhealthy, he still longed for the lights and sounds of his home.
Including the bright eyed, aggravatingly insistent attention from a certain clumsy old man.
...
Had he become a man that was worthy of Tiger's trust?
Was he even worthy of his own?
Barnaby knew that his visit was just a way to distract himself from the delicately tied pastry box that he carried by his side. It was a small, rectangular package that was tied up with a simple length of string.
It was sheer simplicity.
Taking a breath, Barnaby closed the door of his flat behind him and stepped toward the one that was directly across the hall. It was the one that Kakashi had claimed ownership of, and a silent reminder of the ghosts between them.
Memories of that night were hard to forget. He debated even approaching.
All he needed was a few steps. He gently set the package in front of the door and rapped on it with his knuckles three times in quick succession.
He would have stayed, but the image of a foreign city was far more appealing.]
Action-- September 15th
Including the bright eyed, aggravatingly insistent attention from a certain clumsy old man.
...
Had he become a man that was worthy of Tiger's trust?
Was he even worthy of his own?
Barnaby knew that his visit was just a way to distract himself from the delicately tied pastry box that he carried by his side. It was a small, rectangular package that was tied up with a simple length of string.
It was sheer simplicity.
Taking a breath, Barnaby closed the door of his flat behind him and stepped toward the one that was directly across the hall. It was the one that Kakashi had claimed ownership of, and a silent reminder of the ghosts between them.
Memories of that night were hard to forget. He debated even approaching.
All he needed was a few steps. He gently set the package in front of the door and rapped on it with his knuckles three times in quick succession.
He would have stayed, but the image of a foreign city was far more appealing.]