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kano ([personal profile] suddenlybees) wrote in [community profile] daybreakacademy 2019-02-08 02:30 pm (UTC)

[ Kano had kept quiet throughout all of this, eyes closed and pretending to be asleep when Imelda had glanced over- a silent request on her part for him not to poke his nose in, but closing his eyes isn't the same as averting them. Privacy, while being something he's more inclined to respect when it has nothing to do with him- relationships between two people? not really something he wants to touch- but Héctor said it was something about here and now and he's missing an arm and Kano can't let that slide in case it's something out there ripping off people's limbs. He has to know. There are more important things than privacy, like safety and that of the people here and now. His people.

He hides himself, quiets himself, and is grateful for the fact that it's much easier to overlook him when people's emotions are running high and focused on each other rather than their surroundings. He doesn't go inside the room, choosing to stay outside, a single layer of privacy is all he can afford and all he will grant. But hearing about the monster is validating. Hearing about everybody else's encounters, hearing that Héctor is dead-- it makes him wish he had covered his ears and not just shut his eyes to all of this, gut twisting and it's a good thing he doesn't see Héctor letting his body fade and reform, because that's an illusion even more high stakes than all Kano does to hide things about his own body. He hears about Coco- thinks to the photos of the girl in Imelda's room- can hear Imelda fighting back the urge to cry in her voice (what a familiar struggle... one that Kano had always lost, before he learned how to mask even his voice), and hears- feels, winces, even if he doesn't understand, at the anger in her voice.

And he can't be relieved enough when Héctor turns to leave, relieved he's given ample warning to flee back to his bed and pretend he had never left-- only to hop right out after Héctor leaves the infirmary and Imelda still hasn't come back. He pulls his boots on, and this time, when he approaches that back room, he doesn't hide the way his boots fall on the ground, slow and heavy, a courtesy head's up to Imelda that somebody is coming. But that's all he had planned, coming to a stop in front of the door. A distraction is his first inclination- something to make people laugh or get angry and explode- but this is a case where anything he does would be too much, not a welcome distraction, so instead of throwing the door open and bulldozing through the room, he lets it swing open just a crack, half a face peering through the gap. ]


Imelda...? [ ... ] I'm hungry.

[ He'll wing it. He's always been good at thinking on his feet. ]

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