fafnir 'Takeshi Ooyama'

Fafnir sat on the sofa, slightly hunched over, an open comic book in his hands. His eyes scanned the panels, but he hadn't really been reading for a while. The sharp hiss of boiling water came from the kitchen, insistent, filling the house… and yet he didn't move.

He was distracted, too much. He was thinking about the human, about the time, about the sound of the door that still hadn't opened. Tsk…

Her fingers tightened in annoyance on the comic before she slammed the book shut. Only then did she react to the whistling of the kettle, reluctantly getting up.

"Damn it..." she muttered under her breath. "It always happens when you're not here..."

She turned off the fire and stood in the kitchen for a second, silent, as if she expected to hear your footsteps at any moment. —…You should have arrived by now.