#fukubrodani

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‹ fukubrodani  ⇄ tetsurosan ›

It takes about thirty minutes before she realizes the apartment is far too quiet for Ayato to still be home. No way in hell would she be able to study in peace were he in his room, wreaking havoc on god knows what - so he must be somewhere else. So... to that ridiculous party she goes, head down and brow already creased in irritation. Her lack of an ability to get anything done without fretting after him is tiresome, but she approaches two unbelievably tall guys (an entire foot on her, really?) by the entrance. Were those red solo cups? Great. 

Folding her arms and putting on something of a nice face, Touka wedges herself between them and plays it off like an accident, lips pursed a little. “Sorry. I’m looking for my little brother... You wouldn’t happen to have seen anyone who looks like me -- just a lot angrier, would you?”