won't be long won't be long i'm almost here // aurum

[wormwood.]

☆ HUNG PICTURES OF PATRON SAINTS UP ON MY WALL TO REMIND ME THAT I AM A FOOL. TELL ME WHERE I CAME FROM, WHAT I WILL ALWAYS BE: JUST A SPOILED LITTLE KID WHO WENT TO CATHOLIC SCHOOL —

Ever since what had happened to Kaito's home, Aurum had found himself quite worried about the young thief. The angel's mind was in a million different places these days, what with the heaps upon heaps of responsibilities he found himself juggling, but that didn't mean he couldn't find time for Kaito in there somewhere. After all, the domestic was practically like a second son to Aurum, even if he and the other had never truly discussed such a thing. It just felt so much more solid nowadays, considering that the proxy had been the first Kaito had turned to after being rendered homeless. Aurum had clearly been devastated for the other when he had been asked, but he had also been a bit overwhelmed, surprised that Kaito would trust him enough to ask such a thing. Needless to say, the tigon now had very little issue with thinking of Kaito as his "son", even if he only ever thought as much within his head. After all, Kaito was deeply attached to the father that he had lost, to the point where sometimes Aurum felt his grief had begun to make him act against his own self interest. This only became further cemented when the proxy heard voices coming from inside Kaito's room, and had listened in through the door. He knew he shouldn't have been surprised about the lessons Oyaji was teaching, but he still found himself scowling faintly.

He waited for the player to be finished before he knocked on the door with a paw, a relieved breath leaving him when Kaito actually allowed him to come in. He hadn't been sure if the thief would've been willing, considering the state he seemed to be in. As the tigon stepped inside, he immediately found himself slightly uneasy, the false smirk on Kaito's face enough to already make him want to shake the younger male. He held himself back, however, offering his own smile back in return, albeit strained. His one blue eye drifted to the audio player for a moment before snapping back to Kaito's face, his words finally coming forth, "Hey, Kaito. I wanted to see how you were doing, since I haven't checked in on you in a while. Not since everything..." He took a few steps forward, rumbling as he gestured a cream paw towards the player, "How many times have you listened to that, now?" He wasn't even sure he truly wanted to know, considering how long Kaito had been cooped up in his room.

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#psychosocial.