𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 ⇒ 𝙠𝙪𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙣

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"so you're telling me, you're not from here?"

  kenma toyed with the rubber band he was giving him for his hair. he simply nodded or shook his head whenever a question was thrown at him. if he ever wanted to get anywhere he had to cooperate, right? he tied his hair back, leaving a few strands out as they weren't long enough.

"i told you that like fifty times already," he mumbled while crossing his legs. "and i still don't know your name."

he pointed to himself with his thumb. "i'm kuroo!"

"'kay."

"you're supposed to be excited, pudding-head!" the cat hissed in protest. poor thing couldn't even sleep for five minutes.

"the name's kenma."

  "not pudding head?"

  "yes, churro. not pudding head." he directed his air upwards allowing the loose strands of hair to move away from his face. "now for the fiftieth time, how do i get back to tokyo?"

  kuroo only stared at him like he was a complete idiot. "dude. why don't you tell me how you even got here before i use my genius to help you."

  kenma reissued to urge the snicker as the usage of 'genius.' this guy seemed to be as dumb as the floorboards he sat on. "i don't know, that why i'm asking. this entire time we've been playing the blame game." his shoulders shrugged. "honestly, i don't know how to answer any question that you may have. the last thing i remember is being at an arcade, going to this game, and then suddenly i wake up to you fighting a cat."

it took the messy-haired male a solid ten seconds for the words to reside into his head. this story was all too familiar. it was not the frost time he had heard something along the lines of this, but he couldn't exactly remember.

"you remind me of someone. told the same eventful story. their name was along the lines of—" a shaky, quiet voice interrupted him. damnit. he needed that name, but who was that.

"don't you say his name."

to the left of kenma, a tall man stood leaned against the wall. their knees threatening to let them fall. and they did. luckily, onto the bed. can they not walk or something?

  "oh, so you finally decide to join us! how'd you change so quickly?" kuroo got up from the floor to greet the 'newcomer.' he pat him on the back in a playful manner. and by pat, he meant slapped. he slapped him on the back causing him to fall back again just as he attempted to stand again. ouch.

  kuroo acted as if they'd been in the room this entire time when the only people in the room had been him and kenma. cats are not people. they're cats! plus kei had already left the room. most likely due to the man's volume. the curiosity killed him.