[Kaneda had not been okay since Maya had left. With Tetsuo gone, and now her, all that remained close to his heart was Ken Amada, and that's honestly where he spent most of his free time--with Ken. Work could only do so much...the garage itself was a reminder of everything he'd worked for here, and it's not like he could use his girlfriend as a distraction, anymore. She'd gone too, and he'd cursed at himself for getting attached like the idiot he was.
He and Capsule often laid on Ken's bed, as if soaking in every moment he could of being with him.
Somewhat out of fear that one morning he'd wake up and the boy would be gone, too.
His phone rings, though, eyes glazing over at it humming for his attention, turning over on the bed to bury his face into Capsule's soft fur. It could go to voicemail just like all the others, honestly.
That is, until he hears her voice. He'd memorized it by now, right down to the speech quirks and tone. His muscles freeze on the spot, fingers clenching into his dog's fur as he shuts his eyes tight, not wanting to turn around and actually listen. Because there's a good chance this is a dream, or even worse, that the world's playing his heart like a fiddle.
Capsule, who can't understand why his master is so upset, licks his face a few times. It's enough to confirm he is, in fact, awake, reaching over to fumble for the phone.
His tone is not nearly as shocked and happy as it should be.]
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He and Capsule often laid on Ken's bed, as if soaking in every moment he could of being with him.
Somewhat out of fear that one morning he'd wake up and the boy would be gone, too.
His phone rings, though, eyes glazing over at it humming for his attention, turning over on the bed to bury his face into Capsule's soft fur. It could go to voicemail just like all the others, honestly.
That is, until he hears her voice. He'd memorized it by now, right down to the speech quirks and tone. His muscles freeze on the spot, fingers clenching into his dog's fur as he shuts his eyes tight, not wanting to turn around and actually listen. Because there's a good chance this is a dream, or even worse, that the world's playing his heart like a fiddle.
Capsule, who can't understand why his master is so upset, licks his face a few times. It's enough to confirm he is, in fact, awake, reaching over to fumble for the phone.
His tone is not nearly as shocked and happy as it should be.]
It's me.