he was already freeing himself of his suffocating formal wear, jacket dropped onto the floor and tie loosened as he struggled to his shirt. exhaustion was occupying too much of his mind that he didn't notice the other until he heard your voice, flinching in surprise before turning around, still managing to give a bow in greeting as if manners were simply a habit engraved into him now.
"i - sorry .. i was going to take a little nap. did you need this room?"
@✦ honda kyoya it was another beautiful day to be dead and meto was on the move to meet new people and try new things. every day was a new adventure, it was just too bad that his exploration was restricted to the columbarium grounds. it was the stories of outsiders which carried him to new, wondrous places. and that is, precisely, which he was hunting for. his journey took him to a room of rest, his eyes resting on a figure relaxing in the room. Meto rushed into the room, about to exclaim a loud greeting but restrained himself. Swallowing down his excitement, he approached quietly. "Are you sleepy?", he asked after some contemplation.
he wanders into the room, exhausted from a long day of rehearsal and practice, just eager to get a moment to himself. sure, he had a reason for coming to the columbarium quite frequently but lately, it felt like he was coming for himself. he needed some rest.