He is aware that Kon is looking at him strangely. Staring. He opens his mouth to protest, apologize, something, but is silenced before the words even start by Kon stepping away from him. Kid watches him approach the desk, grab the chair, drag it towards the center of the room and place it askew.
Again without his control, he finds himself distressed by this act. Kid searches his mind for some reason that this would make sense, but nothing comes. His memory remains as empty as it has been since he awoke.
Kid scratches his head, fingers twining in the white stripes in his hair, frowning, his eyes going from the chair at his desk to the chair in the center of the room. This time, he doesn't even offer a pretense of asking. He takes the chair and places it back at the desk, and then retreats to his side of the room, clearly distressed and still unsure as to why.
"We're supposed to be partners, aren't we? I would...appreciate if you didn't do that."
Do what? exactly? It's irrelevant. Extraneous. He couldn't place a finger on why, but he wanted the room in order. No. Want wasn't correct. He needed the room to be in order.
no subject
Again without his control, he finds himself distressed by this act. Kid searches his mind for some reason that this would make sense, but nothing comes. His memory remains as empty as it has been since he awoke.
Kid scratches his head, fingers twining in the white stripes in his hair, frowning, his eyes going from the chair at his desk to the chair in the center of the room. This time, he doesn't even offer a pretense of asking. He takes the chair and places it back at the desk, and then retreats to his side of the room, clearly distressed and still unsure as to why.
"We're supposed to be partners, aren't we? I would...appreciate if you didn't do that."
Do what? exactly? It's irrelevant. Extraneous. He couldn't place a finger on why, but he wanted the room in order. No. Want wasn't correct. He needed the room to be in order.
"Please."