choseanidiot | (no subject)

It was incomprehensible the level of tension that had disappeared as what his body knew and his mind only temporarly did, finally meshed into the whole, uninterrupted knowledge of the fact, resonating through his self, that Shōryū was his chosen king. Enki shook his head, trying get rid of the frustration towards those that had kept this from him. Holding on to that wouldn't help.

He had it back, that was what was important. And now he didn't need to 'accidentally' (led by confusedly following the ouki) stumble upon Shōryū and get smacked in the face several times a day, unless he spent the whole day with the idiot. He knew perfectly well where Shōryū was, so he knew he wouldn't (currently) find him in the Black Dorm. But that wasn't why he was wandering into the dorm Shōryū slept in. No, Enki was looking for someone else, someone who he couldn't find by following some mystical aura. Which was why he was starting at the dorm Suzaku slept in.

If he was lucky, the teenager would be in here.

Threaded | Flat

Suzaku was indeed in the Black Dorm, sat with another pile of books. He thought that the school was just plucking the most random things ever to teach them, none of it made any sense, none of it was any use outside of the worlds that they were teaching them about.

Suzaku looked up when he heard someone enter and smiled at Enki. "Hi Enki, how are you?"

Shōryū wasn't with him, which was quite unusual.