VOICE MAIL

[inspirethefire]

"This is Hajime Tanaka. I'm sorry to have missed you. Leave a message. Call for me if necessary!"

((Voice mail or texts. His phone is deliberately cheap and low-tech; he doesn't do e-mail, and generally prefers face-to-face whenever possible.))

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[forgetbeam]

[If Kiyotaka got his way, he wouldn't have let Hajime out of his sight for a second. But between recovering from his minor wounds and needing to sleep and eat and Hajime's insistence on being lalone, it wasn't long before they were separated. It was a while longer than Kiyotaka would have liked before he was ready to relocate his boyfriend. He didn't seem to want to stay put in his room, or venture out to be around people, so where...?

Fortunately, asking around revealed that there was some self-pitying robot who had taken to hiding out in supply closets. It was a good lead, provided following it didn't end with meeting the barrel of a certain other robot's gun instead.

Three supply closets later, he finally opens the one that contains a little more than mops and windex.]

There you are...!

[It takes him a second to accept that. He still doesn't recognize this, uh, new model.]

[inspirethewires]

[The locked door of his room only provided so much when people came banging at it, all trying to get a look and give him pep talks and pretend not to be disturbed by the sight of him. Somewhere people weren't likely to look for him seemed the better option, even if it did exchange for chances of being randomly found.

In the end, though, he underestimated Kiyotaka. Usually, the boy's persistence would make him proud, but as the door swung open, Hajime only felt dour resignation.

He kept his head rested against his arm, curled over his knees in the tight space. Comfort wasn't much of an issue.]

Please, go away.