It had been a few days, and Ouma was more distant than ever. He hadn't come to visit Kiibo, nor would he answer his calls or messages. On the rare occasion that he did, though, he would sound frustrated and annoyed, causing the other to quickly cower back in fear of being too clingy. That was something he, too, disliked about himself.
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Kiibo chewed on his thumb in thought, pondering as to what the solution to this problem may be.
Was it him?
Had Ouma already lost feelings for him?
I mean, sure he would say an 'I love you' in return, but never by his own will.
So, he decided to consult the person closest to Ouma himself.
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"What's so wrong that you had to call me?" A small voice droned on from the other side of the phone, the sleepy girl still rubbing her droopy eyes in hopes of being let go back to sleep soon.
"Yumeno-san! I'm so sorry to disturb you from your slumber, but I was just wondering if you had heard anything from Ouma lately?" Kiibo spoke with hope laced through his tone, even going a step further as to hold his own handheld device up to his ear with two hands. "If not, do you know where he might be?"
Himiko groaned loudly, a small sigh escaping his lips. "What makes you think I have? I'm a mage, not a fortune teller!" She sounded to be growing frustrated with the interrogation. "Check his house or something, I dunno."
"Oh, yes! His house! How couldn't I have tho-" The robot's epiphany was cut off as the line went dead, signalling the other participant had hung up, probably out of boredom.
Yes, he was going to pay Ouma a visit and finally get to the bottom as to why he has been avoiding him!
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With a plastic bag full of 'I'm sorry' gifts hanging at his side, Kiibo strolled nervously to the humble abode of his, what he still hoped was, his boyfriend. After doing some research, he realised that maybe it was a better idea to sweeten the shock of his arrival by presenting something that Ouma would like. And so with him he had; a nice, ice cold bottle of Panta, a small stuffed animal, a box of strawberry Pocky, and a sweet cake he had baked just for his partner - it was red velvet, his favourite! All completed with try words "I'm sorry" scribbled on the top messily in icing. He hadn't baked before, much less decorated. And so, he left his kitchen looking like a bomb had hit it, with all sorts of ingredients splattering the walls.
He walked carefully, making sure not to let anything fall and get messed up. He had planned to fully convince Ouma to take him back! ...Or, at least try to..
As confident as he was, there was still the constant thought of rejection in the back of his mind.
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Ouma didn't live very far, and after a ten minute walk, Kiibo had reached his destination.
It was mid evening, and so the sky had faded to a dim blue, grey clouds barely visible due to the darkness of both. Even so, Ouma's house didn't have any lights on, signalling that maybe he wasn't home. But, if there's one thing that Kiibo learned in his lifetime, is to never assume things from first glance.
Walking up to the main window, he peered in, cupping a hand over his eyes to help let him get a better view inside. The livingroom was clean and looked like no one had occupied it for a while.
Huh. Maybe he really wasn't here.
Taking a step back, Kiibo looked up at the bedroom window above him. It was opened, but the curtains remained pulled.
