#SAINT!!!! ilu and your Kafka <333

[defiedlife]

@kafkaisms asked: “Settling in?” The room was dimly lit and quiet in the late hour , the only sound the low, pervading hum of the ship’s engines as they drifted through space. Kafka lounged on the velvet clad chaise pushed up under one of the windows, setting the book she’d only been perusing halfheartedly down on the adjacent table. “Don’t be shy, take a seat. Why don’t you tell me about what’s been on your mind?”

It was nothing like Pier Point, he noted, aside from the ever-present surrounding void of space itself. He stepped forward into the room, just a little more slow and uncertain than his usual stride. Absent were his glasses and hat, for there was no need for either in such a dimly lit space.

This didn't feel real.

He sighed, and the sound echoed just enough to make him regret it. A pause followed, and after a minute or so of lingering near the doorway, he finally selected a seat for himself near Kafka—not directly beside her in the nearest chair, but close enough to politely carry on a conversation. He wasn't being discourteous; merely wary.

He could almost laugh at her supposed concern, for surely it was already painfully obvious what plagued his mind the most. He settled into his chosen chair, arms draped along the arm rests and his head leaned back to peer up at the ceiling. "It's not easy for me to accept, y'know? I planned it all out aside from your little invitation, and even so... I don't feel free yet."