[ the door creaks open to a dark apartment; there's no sign of the man from before, for the moment. it's definitely inhabited, though; there's a pile of bedding shoved into a makeshift futon in the corner, and clothes and books scattered untidily across the floor.
that, and there is a runty-looking patchy cat blinking at him from her bed on top of the futon before trilling in inquiry ]
[ worth sticking around and soliciting more for, apparently. she's purring by the time the door finally swings open, silent enough to be unnoticeable if the open doorway weren't suddenly the main source of light for the room. ]
[ his soulmate, who looks pissed off as hell and is holding a crowbar like he is perfectly prepared to use it—
right up until he actually gets a look at the face of the person who broke into his home, at which point it slips from his suddenly nerveless fingers ]
...The only people I thought would be looking for me were ones I don't want anything to do with.
[ slipping inside, only shutting the door behind him after a moment's hesitation. he doesn't approach Noiz straight on, instead sticking close to the wall as he heads for the kitchenette— providing a clear path to the door that Noiz could take without getting too close, if he wanted. ]
[ he immediately flushes again in response, but his expression goes through a quick succession of disbelief and relief and finally hopeful hunger, the fingers of his right hand twitching.
[ finally walking over, hesitant. the cat mews at him in greeting, coming over to meet him halfway and rub up against his shins; he murmurs something barely audible in response and pets her, distracted ]
[inhales suddenly at the touch of Kaito's fingers - from the sudden sensation of cold, the sudden sensation of sensation, and the entirely unfamiliar feeling of warmth and comfort that spreads through him.
(but perhaps not entirely unfamiliar. dimly, he remembers his brother's smile.)
the mark, previously the pale splotchy red of a birthmark, blooms into livid purple bruising in response to Kaito's touch.]
[ bruises, of course it would look like bruises— but it's his. that's the mark left by his soul on the other man's skin; he has one after all. and Noiz came back for him.
he echoes Noiz's inhale with a shakey exhale of his own, gently shifting his hand to cover the entirety of the mark. he knows better than bruises now. ]
[closes his eyes, shuddering softly. he can feel that, he can feel that, he can feel that. strongest at the actual mark, strong and clear, but beginning to radiate outward, like a candle lighting a dark room.]
[ ...sits down, leaving his hand there. after a moment he starts petting him idly, little back and forth sweeps of his thumb. that warm feeling... he wants Noiz to have it. if he's spent up until now thinking nobody wanted him enough to reach out...
he wants Noiz to know, really know that he's wanted. ]
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that, and there is a runty-looking patchy cat blinking at him from her bed on top of the futon before trilling in inquiry ]
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right up until he actually gets a look at the face of the person who broke into his home, at which point it slips from his suddenly nerveless fingers ]
... Noiz?
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You're hard to find.
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[ slipping inside, only shutting the door behind him after a moment's hesitation. he doesn't approach Noiz straight on, instead sticking close to the wall as he heads for the kitchenette— providing a clear path to the door that Noiz could take without getting too close, if he wanted. ]
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How old are you?
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... you haven't checked since?
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[bows his head forward, pulling his shirt collar down to expose his nape.
there is definitely a handprint there.]
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his voice is a little raspy when he speaks ]
Four and a quarter.
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I've been here five years.
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...Can I...?
[ holding his hand up ]
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(but perhaps not entirely unfamiliar. dimly, he remembers his brother's smile.)
the mark, previously the pale splotchy red of a birthmark, blooms into livid purple bruising in response to Kaito's touch.]
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he echoes Noiz's inhale with a shakey exhale of his own, gently shifting his hand to cover the entirety of the mark. he knows better than bruises now. ]
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he wants Noiz to know, really know that he's wanted. ]
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... I'm connected to the world.
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