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[This morning Mikado is gone.

More pressingly, his computer and most of the things in his room are gone too. Masaomi stares at it for a long while through the hole in the wall (covered by a sheet) dividing their two rooms when he went to check on Mikado today. As it stands... well. Well. There's a few possible conclusions, and they all fly into his head: kidnapped, kidnapped by someone else? Seduced-? all of them leave a foul taste in his mouth. Thus, eventually, he flips open the journal. His tone is flat, with an unhidden hint of threat in it-]

Have any of you seen Mikado Ryuugamine?

[... But he's too antsy to focus on just that. Instead, he's going to hit up all the likely hang outs- he's going to hit up all of the friends of Mikado's he knows the house/apart numbers of. Archie Kennedy, Anne, Shuri, Selphie. For good measure, he then will go to people he wonders might be useful - the clinic to see if he can't find Law-san or someone else there and then around to look for Shikamaru, even though he doesn't know where he lives. By the end of the day, he's just going to be looking in the windows of all the houses he can, and then going to the apartment doors of everyone he can and knocking on their door... progressively feeling more and more like hitting someone or something.

SO UH. Run unto him wherever ! He's feeling insane]

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Mm. I guess that's better.

[There's no heart in that though. Truth be told, he's rather just fall into all of these "memories" and live like that. It would be a lot less painful than what he's left with now, and hearing Katara's- man, she really is much stronger than him]

[She looks up at him, taking in the other remnants of the fight, thinking about how he must have felt today - how he must still be feeling...]

I'm sorry. I know it hurts when people we care about go home. I wish it didn't happen this way.

So do I.

[There's a hard edge in his voice again, but one glance down on her makes it falter. His eyes are still filled with rage but... he's tired now. He worked himself to the bone today, and the fatigue is showing]

[She stands, frowning a little in concern - she's not sure she's ever seen him just tired before. He's usually full to the obnoxious point of energy.]

You need to get some rest.

Ah, are you offering your bed, Katara?

[He tries hard to make this flippant, but it just comes out wrong. Too... something. Tired maybe]

[...Katara just slants him a look. She can't believe he actually means that as disrespectfully as it sounds - he's got to know she'd take that kind of insult to her honor seriously.]

I meant that you should get back to Gold's and get some sleep.

[At least you can't feel anything when you're sleeping.

And she bends down to retrieve his sweatshirt and undershirt and hold it out to him.]

Mm. I knew you meant that.

[But he doesn't want to go back there- he knows he'd just stare at that flap between his and Mikado's rooms. All the same, he's pushing his luck here, so he resigns himself to that fact. He stands at the same time he accepts the undershirt from her, deftly putting it on before bending himself to get the hoodie]

...it doesn't get any easier for a long time. But after a while, it hurts a little less. Sleep helps.

[She waits until he's gotten his hoodie on before she just - steps forward and hugs him. The hug will be brief, unless he manages to catch her there.]

[He does catch her there, to make a long story short. Reflex is all over him right now because he's a ball of nerves, and at her closing in his first instinct is actually to shove her away. But when she makes the hug, a second one kicks in, and he wraps his own arms around her. ...Tightly, actually.

Probably too much, given the context, but all the same]

[Well, at least one of them is fully dressed. The tightness of his embrace makes Katara a little uncomfortable, but she senses pain and desperation behind it so she doesn't resist or try to pull away. She lets him hold her, and she holds him back. And providing holding is all he does, Katara allows the hug to go on, if not for as long as he needs, then for a good thirty seconds longer than she intended before leans back lightly on his arms in a cue to let her go.]

[He gets that signal too. When she backs off, he does too, and then just stands there awkwardly. He could go for the door or window... well, he came in the window, so he might as well go out there. He won't cry again - it was bad enough he got tears out in front of Frey. And now he just... heads for the window and then outside]

[Katara just stands there for a moment, a bit - awkwardly uncertain at his silent response. When he moves to go, she lets him, but he hasn't gone too far before she moves over and plants her hands on the window frame, leaning out slightly.]

Masaomi. [She calls out his name softly just to make she has his attention.] I'll see you tomorrow.

[You're not alone here.]

Ah. [He tries to put on a sheepish grin. It almost works, but it doesn't reach his eyes, so he only glances back]

I'll look forward to it.

[And then he turns, waving a bit, as he walks off]

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