#hiiii leaf <3 thank u sm for liking for a starter!! :D

[quirofiliac]

@epitaffia ／ 💥

It starts with a chase-- all good movies do. That's how they grab a viewer's attention in an instant (a snap of the fingers, something kira's finding himself having to do more often nowadays.) with minimal effort. A chase scene was about the same as a generic cliffhanger; it certainly got the job done in all the right ways.

A door's been slammed shut behind him, kicked back into place and very nearly off its hinges. His steps are careful, slow, yet almost... cordial. One foot goes in front of the other, and then another slides behind it. Single tracking within his steps, Kira's upright in posture with both arms at his sides. A lamp swings overhead, swaying like a pendulum and casting minimal light at varying intervals.

He's silent, too. That's something he's learned to be (to do-- to become this "thing" that no one dares think about.) from years upon years of observation that gradually led into improvisation. To survive, he's adjusted accordingly. It was an awful experience every time. Common sense dictated that it was the natural order.

He knows what house they're in (it belongs to a woman named... ah, what was her name again? not like it matters. it's not hers anymore but--) and has its layout memorized. One moment he's strolling out from the bedroom and then the next he's already proceeding down a hallway (--it's going to bother him. he's usually a little better with names...) leading into the bathroom. Why was it always the bathroom, anyway?

It seemed to be everyone's favorite place to hide. Each time, too, it never seemed to work.

Quite an expected and lackluster oversight in Kira's opinion.

Running from one place to the other, too, was another common sight in movies. A "protagonist" -- in quotes because, honestly, they're going to die in another minute anyway... -- always picked the one place where it led nowhere. There was no exit. There wasn't anywhere to hide. All that was left was them, huddled inside the bathtub with streaky mascara running down their cheeks, and the leaky sink a few paces off to the left.

Coming to a stop before the door (of course it's shut. little bitch can't face the music with dignity. most of the time, none of them can.) and enclosing his hand around the knob, Kira rests his forehead gently against cedar. Gaze drifts, at first staring straight ahead before dropping down towards his grip. All of his knuckles pressed up against skin, fading it into a stark white in a matter of seconds.

Kira shuts his eyes, cants his head slightly to the right and inhales.

"Can you let me in?" he asks in a voice that teeters on sweet (it's like dealing with a child. how fucking annoying.) with some artificial sugar tossed in last second. He's made to wait. Eyebrows furrow shortly after. "... I think you should let me in."

He jiggled the knob and it's only a little. Another attempt's tried and, still, there's no give.

A sigh's curtailed, promptly swallowed.

"You're... ah, really pissing me off, actually," comes from behind the door, words clearly vocalizing the sneer taking shape on his face. "You're not trying to do that, are you? I just want to talk."

(i'm only going to bash your fucking face in.)

"I'm going to step away from the door-- and then you're going to open it. I am asking you to open the door."

(jesus christ, why do you have to be so difficult?)

Stepping away from the door as if on cue, all's silent save for the footsteps that grow farther and farther away. It's all done in another walk, because that's more than enough. Time wasn't exactly a commodity in this sort of situation but Kira's willing to accommodate. People accommodate for their neighbors-- all the time, actually! That was normal.

With his back still turned, Kira allows for all the tension within his body to expel itself all at once. Shoulders fall in a sudden drop in tune with his head coming up in a slow rise. Eyes peer up at the ceiling, and the lamp continues to swing. He swore he could almost... hear ticking somewhere off in the distance. It doesn't matter. Best not to dwell on it.

One glance's spared down to his watch (it's six o'clock, on the dot. he's late.) but it's fleeting. A single blink takes him away, replaced by him turning on his heel and facing the "horizon" instead. Peering straight at the door, he began pacing towards the door in smooth, even strides only to gradually pick up in speed. Increasing his speed into a jog before breaking into a sprint, Kira swiveled his body to make direct impact between shoulder and door--

"... Are you... um, alright?"

--they're outside now. Always has been.

It's about four o'clock, give or take a few minutes. Kira's been standing idle with arms slack at his sides. A look of mild concern (painted on, unsure if any of this was actually his business though knowing full well it wasn't his problem.) gradually worked itself over his visage, eyebrows slightly knitted inwards as half of a step's taken back.

Crunch of grass beneath his heel was sharp, and it's enough cause for him to tense (what the hell was this guy's problem? were they just letting anyone prowl the streets now?) on the spot. Fingers flinch, flexing briefly before he's tucking both hands away into his pockets.

Throat's cleared, and Kira nudges his head (asking, but politely, "what the fuck is wrong with you?") in their direction shortly after.

"Are you... perhaps... looking for somebody?"

#＊ 💥 持味：in character. #＊ 💥 𝐯.one，今：another one bites the dust！！ #* smiles at u with Knowing in my eyes * #hiiii leaf <3 thank u sm for liking for a starter!! :D #thought to start this up with a bit of a...... mindfuck while both of us are In Knowing. #also you don't have to match length!! i went... crazy with the preamble. as i tend to do. < / 3