[It had been like a reflex, running to Mana and asking to change him. As if getting out of his normal skin could make the images behind his eyelids stop. He asked Mukuro, and Atem, and others to help him too—spending a night away from memories that itched at the corners of his mind like insidious little pests, taunting his attention towards them.
But that doesn't mean that the moment his distractions were gone, they couldn't come back. No, they came back with a vengeance. They slotted him into Nanami's shoes and Nanami into his, in his memory. It put the weight of a fire grenade filled with poison in his hand, and the sound of his dearest friend's screams in his ears. It was easy to stay awake during his werewolf change, because the thought of seeing her like that again was cause enough for insomnia. Now, though, there's no excuse to distract him from the horror of just a few days prior.
So, finally, with guilt hanging his shaggy head and unfurling his curly tail to tuck between his legs with shame, he'll finally seek her out. It wasn't hard to find her, not really. All it took was a grey key and a short walk, following his nose through Dyster to come upon the door to her apartment. He doesn't so much as knock as he bonks his head against the heavy, musty door.]
Nanami-san...? [He'll call out, quieter than is likely helpful,] it's me.
[Dyster] Post-memsoup, immediately after wolfing
But that doesn't mean that the moment his distractions were gone, they couldn't come back. No, they came back with a vengeance. They slotted him into Nanami's shoes and Nanami into his, in his memory. It put the weight of a fire grenade filled with poison in his hand, and the sound of his dearest friend's screams in his ears. It was easy to stay awake during his werewolf change, because the thought of seeing her like that again was cause enough for insomnia. Now, though, there's no excuse to distract him from the horror of just a few days prior.
So, finally, with guilt hanging his shaggy head and unfurling his curly tail to tuck between his legs with shame, he'll finally seek her out. It wasn't hard to find her, not really. All it took was a grey key and a short walk, following his nose through Dyster to come upon the door to her apartment. He doesn't so much as knock as he bonks his head against the heavy, musty door.]
Nanami-san...? [He'll call out, quieter than is likely helpful,] it's me.