[ At this very moment, Ayato isn't alone, though the sole other person in the area may not be immediately noticeable, given his own stillness. Thoma sits a few feet away, legs and arms crossed as he sits on the ground and head bowed as he dozes, trying to catch up on some of the sleep he's been missing in increasing amounts over the last few days. ]
[ There wasn't much time for sleep, between trying to keep up normal appearances at the Kamisato household, rushing between his previously promised obligations that he hadn't been able to delay, and coming out to the autumn flower yard as often as he possibly could to see if Ayato had emerged yet. And what sleep he'd gotten was out here, for fear of leaving his lord to return only to find himself alone. ]
[ That would be why a large bag has sat closely the flower since three days ago, tied neatly with a red ribbon. Its contents being a change of clothes, shoes, towel, blanket, first aid kit, a pouch with several toiletries, bottles of water, and a variety of hearty to light snacks that wouldn't attract wild animals with how neatly and securely they were packed. The only thing currently missing from it is the note that's been attached and detached over and over, a neatly written one that's currently shoved into Thoma's pocket and meant to explain to Ayato why Thoma himself wasn't there. He'd hated tying it on every time and anxiety haunted him every time he had to step away, hoping against hope that those hours he was gone, Ayato wouldn't appear. ]
[ Thank the Archons for his luck in this one instance. ]
[ The rustling of the petals had begun to pull his attention out of its dozing state, and the sound of Ayato landing on the floor was enough to yank him the rest of the way, rubbing quickly at his eyes as he looks in the direction of the sound, body jerking to attention at the figure there as he scrambles to his feet, ignoring sore and tired joints. ]
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[ There wasn't much time for sleep, between trying to keep up normal appearances at the Kamisato household, rushing between his previously promised obligations that he hadn't been able to delay, and coming out to the autumn flower yard as often as he possibly could to see if Ayato had emerged yet. And what sleep he'd gotten was out here, for fear of leaving his lord to return only to find himself alone. ]
[ That would be why a large bag has sat closely the flower since three days ago, tied neatly with a red ribbon. Its contents being a change of clothes, shoes, towel, blanket, first aid kit, a pouch with several toiletries, bottles of water, and a variety of hearty to light snacks that wouldn't attract wild animals with how neatly and securely they were packed. The only thing currently missing from it is the note that's been attached and detached over and over, a neatly written one that's currently shoved into Thoma's pocket and meant to explain to Ayato why Thoma himself wasn't there. He'd hated tying it on every time and anxiety haunted him every time he had to step away, hoping against hope that those hours he was gone, Ayato wouldn't appear. ]
[ Thank the Archons for his luck in this one instance. ]
[ The rustling of the petals had begun to pull his attention out of its dozing state, and the sound of Ayato landing on the floor was enough to yank him the rest of the way, rubbing quickly at his eyes as he looks in the direction of the sound, body jerking to attention at the figure there as he scrambles to his feet, ignoring sore and tired joints. ]
Ayato-!