[When Takatora finally disappears into his room and shuts the door, it takes awhile before he finds the strength to come back out. Before changing, he calls a nearby delivery location and places the same order he tends to get for himself on the nights he's not feeling well, as well as an order for Mitsuzane -- and a bit extra, on the chance his younger brother has to stay home the next day and doesn't want to ask someone to make him something. (If anyone knows how boring the food in the house gets after awhile, it's Takatora.)
The process of changing out of his suit makes the weight settle on his shoulders even more. His chest hurts, his stomach aches, and it makes him wonder how he's ever going to manage to keep food down if his nerves are so shot.
He changes from his suit into a t-shirt and loose sleep pants, because with the knowledge of how long this conversation might take, he wants to be comfortable and not thinking about how much longer he'll need to sit around waiting to change. It also means he doesn't have to change again before dragging himself into bed. He tosses a hoodie on as well, zipping it halfway. It's an outfit where he would normally die if anyone saw him wearing it, but tonight is an exception.
By the time he's finished, nearly thirty minutes have passed and Takatora walks out of his room just in time to hear the knock at the door. Now, he stands outside of Mitsuzane's room balancing the food in one hand and lightly knocking on the door with the other.
... really, this felt like an exceptionally usual night for how 'normal' brothers might act, other than the conversation about to take place.]
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The process of changing out of his suit makes the weight settle on his shoulders even more. His chest hurts, his stomach aches, and it makes him wonder how he's ever going to manage to keep food down if his nerves are so shot.
He changes from his suit into a t-shirt and loose sleep pants, because with the knowledge of how long this conversation might take, he wants to be comfortable and not thinking about how much longer he'll need to sit around waiting to change. It also means he doesn't have to change again before dragging himself into bed. He tosses a hoodie on as well, zipping it halfway. It's an outfit where he would normally die if anyone saw him wearing it, but tonight is an exception.
By the time he's finished, nearly thirty minutes have passed and Takatora walks out of his room just in time to hear the knock at the door. Now, he stands outside of Mitsuzane's room balancing the food in one hand and lightly knocking on the door with the other.
... really, this felt like an exceptionally usual night for how 'normal' brothers might act, other than the conversation about to take place.]