[ Nishikiyama's eyes follow Mine and his exit. There's not a lot of protest to follow it and instead comes a purposeless boredom. Without anyone to talk to, what's he to do? There's a lack of reason for him to stay in the room. Mine had wanted him in the bathrobe; he's in it. After feeling the moment has lagged for too long, he finds himself drifting into the hallway in the vague direction that Mine had left.
... But he can't let him think he's being followed.
Nishikiyama finds one room dedicated to physical fitness in Mine's room. With a punching bag and equipment stationed accordingly, Nishikiyama notices that, despite the new smell of leather, the punching bag has seen thorough practice. His fingers brush over the surface and find no splits. Not that he'd expect any. ]
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Date: 2024-05-11 02:40 pm (UTC)... But he can't let him think he's being followed.
Nishikiyama finds one room dedicated to physical fitness in Mine's room. With a punching bag and equipment stationed accordingly, Nishikiyama notices that, despite the new smell of leather, the punching bag has seen thorough practice. His fingers brush over the surface and find no splits. Not that he'd expect any. ]