Kanon and Ikki are on the way to Kanon's own apartment. This is shortly after the interesting ... Party they've just finished having at Ikki's place.

They had to get away from the sharks. It was a horrible, terrible thing to realize, but to get any sort of real thinking done, one had to tear themselves from temptations. Wanijima Akito and Agito were certainly the embodiment of temptation.

"We need to figure this out," Kanon says his tone serious. He needed to know what he meant to the Crow, and that was more important than sex.











Really.

Those who didn't know Kanon might expect him to wonder or question about the fact Akito is taking him to his apartment all of a sudden, with no explaination or reason offered. But if you were expecting this, then you do not know Kanon very well.

A) He needs no excuse to be around Akito, and will take any chance offered to him

B) He never asks about destinations. He likes surprises.

He is, therefore, just following along, holding onto Akito's hand and humming an aimless song.

Sora's phone is ringing. Ringing, ringing, ringing - and it will keep ringing, as long as necessary, even if muted, and if turned off, the voicemail will just be filled up.

Someone is determined!

Kanon is wandering around outside, as he tends to with his nomad ways.

He's bored, today. He's worried, today. Both of these things are rare for him to show, and they do not even appear on his face now. Not unless someone knows him well, and the only ones who knows him that well are his cousin and his aunt.

Ah, well. He can brood inside his own head and then entertain himself with some music. But for now, the player is off and tucked away - how very odd, indeed!

Kanon is high above the streets, riding as fast as he can across the twining road of roofs, only occasionally coming down low for things like Meganebashi. The water is just too beautiful to ignore. Sometimes he stumbles, sometimes he falls, and his knees of his jeans are raggedly torn apart, revealing scrapes to match the ones on his hands. But he stops, he never stops, he just keeps going.

Eventually, though, you need breath and you need to stop, and he's hitting his endpoint. Hitting the top of a monument with a thud from the careless ignorance of slowing his speed, pieces of rock crumble down and he almost stumbles again.

This time, however, he catches himself.

Easy.

Kanon is sitting on the grass in front of his apartment building, a tuner box in front of him, and headphones around his ears. As there is nobody around, he's clearly not tuning anything - but he must be doing something, as he's tapping his fingers along to some sort of sound or melody.

Ah, but if one looks closer, wires are strung out of it, and various small pieces are pulled out - occasionally he pulls a screwdriver or another sort of tool out of his sleeve, and messes with the insides of the box before putting the tool back.

Hmm.

Kanon is waiting.

He is waiting for something that a few months ago - even one, singular month ago - he would have never thought feasible. He would have thought himself insane for believing that it was to happen. And yet, it wasn't a belief - it was reality.

Someone was going to live in this apartment again, and actually make it look like a place that might be worth sticking around for.

But it's ab-so-lutely hard to wait! Almost like a child on Christmas morning! He knows that Bridget will arrive any minute now, but still - ever so hard.

He should have picked him up. That would have been easier. But then Kanon would have been tempted to randomly suggest they find some other place. And for some reason, he felt it was necessary that it be here.

Hrm.