Sunday 1.12 - An excersise in futility

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Yohji once again stopped in his tracks, this time to step away from the curb as an all-too-familiar porsche rolled by; occupancy two. They didn't notice him of course. With the center of his universe already in the car, safely one might add, Yohji was well out of Ran's orbit of awareness.

His grip subconsciously tightened around his phone. No one had bothered to let him know that things were okay.

The need to refill his cigarettes suddenly lost it's urgency.

Ran hadn't been driving very fast, he could easily beat them home.

Ten minutes later found Yohji, true to his prediction, alone in the Koneko's kitchen. He considered going up to his room, but found himself going through the motions of making coffee instead; he wasn't sure why. Whether or not he'd hang around afterward remained to be seen.