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WHO: Bakura, Kiryu, open to any other 10th floor-ers but I think Alastair's the only other possible one?
WHERE: 10th floor, Hell Towers
WHEN: After Kiryu finds out Saitou was ported out, so like... 2pmish?
WARNINGS: FIRE!
SUMMARY: Kiryu's method of dealing with the fact that Saitou was ported out is sulk and to set things on fire. In his apartment. Setting off the smoke alarms and alarming Bakura.
FORMAT: Paragraph to start, whatever Cal wants after.

Bakura looked up from where he was working on his TRPG as the sound of the fire alarm went off. He gave an exasperated sound, setting down his knife. Really, he had been enjoying the month or so of NOT having the alarm go off every time Hiruma tried cooking. It was worth the extra time to cook extra for his cooking-challenged friend to keep the air clear and himself not panicking.

So why on Earth was he burning something now? Really, if he wanted something to eat, all he had to do was--

... wait.

Hiruma was off on his trip with the rest of his roomates.

Which meant it wouldn't be Hiruma burning another frozen meal.

...

OH SHI--

He near flew out of the room into the hall, looking towards the sound of the alarm. Alastair, Kiryu's and Saitou's apartment. Not good!

He raced down, pounding on the door. "Kiryu-kun! Saitou-san! Are you all right?" he yelled.

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Kiryu was still in the main room, sitting on the floor against the couch. A metal trash can sat on the floor in front of him, half full of ashes. He'd run out of wood at least an hour ago, but he hadn't felt like getting up yet. Aome was actually perched on the couch above his head, eying Infernity Beast where it was sleeping next to him.

Her ears twitched when the door opened, but neither of them looked up; Kiryu had his headphones on and Alastair could probably hear his music from the doorway.

Suffice it to say, this scene did not look good.

Alastair made a point of putting down his laptop bag and taking off his coat before going to stand in front of Kiryu and find out just how not-good it really was. He didn't need to say anything, not that Kiryu would hear him anyway - he just folded his arms and loomed over him with a suspicious frown.

It took Kiryu a moment to notice there was something new in his line of vision and another to actually look up at Alastair. He didn't look like he'd been crying--he didn't cry--but he definitely look more defeated than he had any time recently.

he didn't say anything either, but he did push one side of his headphones back off his ear.

That sort of look never failed to awaken Alastair's sympathy.

"What happened?" he asked simply. Flatly. He was aware of how quiet the apartment was...of the cat sitting there instead of being on a certain someone's shoulder. If Kiryu's public confession on the comm had come back to bite him...

Well, if Kiryu's little confession had come back to bite him, he wouldn't be sitting there, he'd be trying to escape from jail. But it hadn't yet, thankfully.

He stared at Alastair for a moment before looking away again. "He's gone."

Alastair's eyes widened briefly, but it seemed to take the news a minute or so to sink in fully. His expression flattened into a blank, resigned stare. All he could say, half to himself, was "...not again."

He stood there staring at the floor for a while, and then moved to sit next to Kiryu. Not too close, but not far away either. Eventually, he would probably rage against the 'porter - again - but right now it just took too much energy. It was better to sit, and try to understand.