Turning his attention away from Sora, Kaito looks out to the walls. As the winds get stronger, the bed under him begins to shift. And given the option between staying on the bed and seeing if it will get sucked into the gathering storm, or standing up close to Sora to stay within the eye, Kaito plants both of his feet firmly on the shivering cabin floor to keep the bed from dragging away any further.
Only once he's sure the bed isn't going to fly away does Kaito really get to notice what's up with the walls. Wood that was being torn apart and sent splintering through the air was being, a moment later, replaced by new boards, new nails. New mother fucking walls.
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Date: 2008-01-17 01:21 am (UTC)Only once he's sure the bed isn't going to fly away does Kaito really get to notice what's up with the walls. Wood that was being torn apart and sent splintering through the air was being, a moment later, replaced by new boards, new nails. New mother fucking walls.
". . . Shit."