mcyts changing their youtube icons always jumpscares me what do you mean they can just do that
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“Did you think it was only you who chose to stay by the other’s side?”
Obi lies back on the bed, causing the room to spin. His hand goes up to shield his eyes from the low candlelight in hopes to lessen the throbbing in his head.
Definitely had too much to drink, he thinks. He makes an empty promise to himself that this will be the last time he lets Kiki drink him- them, under the table. Kiki, though, bless her heart, whilst hauling a very gone Mister, directs him to the room next to Miss’, citing, “Wouldn’t want a bodyguard too far away from his charge, would we?”
Obi smiles a little at the ceiling. Well, the sentiment is much appreciated, but Obi knows tonight Miss probably won’t be in the room next to his. She’ll be well protected in the arms of Master, very much in the next adjacent room - well, if Master plays his cards right.
Still, Obi can’t help but sit up and stare at the wall connecting their rooms. His legs bring him over to sit on the chair by the wall. Raising his fist, he knocks against the surface.
Knock knock. Knock knock knock.
Leaning against the wall, he closes his eyes, imagining Miss shuffling around and getting ready to respond. To let him know she’s safe, that she isn’t kidnapped- again, that she’s right there. With Master around, the exercise is superfluous, and anticipation, futile. A soft chuckle escapes Obi and he begins to walk back to his bed.
Knock knock. Knock knock knock.
Obi’s eyes fly open and his head whips toward the wall. A part of him wonders if his ears are playing tricks on him. He is, after all, well and truly drunk.
Suddenly, a knock sounds from the door preceding a, “Obi, I’m coming in.”
Master walks in, outer wear and all, and immediately slumps onto Obi’s bed with a wide grin on his face. Obi must look slightly strange with his body half-turned toward the wall because Master sits up with a confused on his face.
“What are you doing there?” Master asks.
“Nothing,” Obi replies. He blinks. “Did you guys just come back?”
Master nods, smile back on his face. “Yeah, Shirayuki wanted to come back to rest. It’s late after all.”
Master then proceeds to share about how Miss wanted to talk a little longer at the teahouse, but Obi stays floored, staring at the wall. His eyes soften. Warmth suffuses in his chest as he turns his body towards Master, dragging himself down the wall and leaning against it on the floor. Master throws him a pillow, which Obi catches, before continuing to gush about how sweet Miss was and many other things Obi already knows about her. Obi nods along and throws in his two cents here and there, but is otherwise preoccupied with a singular thought.
She remembered.
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