[closed] nothing comforts me the same

[3ofswords]

WHO: Kira Akiyama
WHERE: The Inn, Room 6
WHEN: Early October
OPEN TO: Karen Page
WARNINGS: Drug/Alcohol mention possible/probably, will add to comment headers if anything else pops up.

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"Karen," he calls, leaning his head on the door after a thorough knock. "When did you move?" He can only hope she's in there, now that there isn't a porch to stand and smoke on while he waits around. He's not drunk--not anymore. Goldbell tea clearing his breath and cigarettes to ruin it again.

Getting drunk hadn't fixed anything, and hadn't really made him feel better. Human interaction and friendly advice is plan B.

Mark's friendly advice is plan Z, pragmatic and theoretical as it tends to be. This is some bullshit Karen lives day in and out: at least her pragmatism might apply.

Hearing a door down the hall, Kira presses his face into the corner of the frame, next to the hinges.  He hadn't really pressed Ty for his current housing situation, a terrifying oversight.  "If you're not home I'm going to crawl under one of the beds and live there, fair warning."