"I have a key..." Azwel digs in a pocket, handing it to Vash. He lets himself be lowered to his feet and leans against the wall as the other unlocks and opens the door.
Inside the apartment it's quite normal--no odd smells, no sign of struggle, it's as though Azwel had simply stepped out earlier that day. Perhaps he had. He has no idea.
"Home sweet home," he murmurs, somehow making his way in and to the nearest article of furniture, onto which he flops wearily. He lets his eyes fall shut for just a moment.
The fridge and cupboards have a few items of food and all seem to be fresh, which is good, as Azwel may have fallen asleep.
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Date: 2019-05-31 03:29 pm (UTC)Inside the apartment it's quite normal--no odd smells, no sign of struggle, it's as though Azwel had simply stepped out earlier that day. Perhaps he had. He has no idea.
"Home sweet home," he murmurs, somehow making his way in and to the nearest article of furniture, onto which he flops wearily. He lets his eyes fall shut for just a moment.
The fridge and cupboards have a few items of food and all seem to be fresh, which is good, as Azwel may have fallen asleep.