roninofthewind:
“Oh can’t I? I may drift off without warning, but that’s expected of me. Besides, when the hell do you not at least try to get in contact with me? I…look I’m just angry and I’m sorry. I’m being a hypocrite so can I just come in?”
Yasuo let out a long sigh, “I don’t really have anyone else I can go to. You’re the only true friend I have left. Well there is Varus, but even seeing him risks both our necks.”
THICK brows press down, a agitated look at first when it seemed like he was the
one getting it for dipping for a bit. Hey, Yasuo even faked death on him. 3 times or
something. Of course Yasuo had the right to be mad, though he found himself
upset at him too. The EXECUTIONER simply flicked the door open allowing the
ronin his entrance. Arms wave around, back being shown to Yasuo while he was
walking to the couch.
❝ Damn Blue, who woulda’ thought
you been emotional drunk this
entire time.❞
He laughed, green eyes peering over.
❝ Yeah I vanished I know… Some turmoil
up state. But that’s settled. ❞
&& roninofthewind | From Here
HIS eyes roll at the drunken slurs and thought from Yasuo. What had brought
the other to walk to his house after such a long distance of communicating was
beyond the executioner. A small gulp comes from him, hearing the ronin just
YELL into the door of Draven booking him. Half true. He didn’t leave HIM but he
wasn’t.. There for him either. And it was all with out warning too. Quality friend,
huh?
Leaning more on the door, he presses rough finger tips on the cool wood.