[ When Keigo doesn't answer, another annoyed-sick feeling squeezes Renji's chest. His concern spikes at the same time that his annoyance does. Renji tosses the bags of chips down, feeling stupid for thinking this would work as an apology. The irate throw that stirs some feathers on the floor, drawing his attention to them for the first time. ]
The hell...
[ Renji can't remember if molting is a regular part of Keigo's lunar cycle... but he's pretty sure it isn't. His slow steps inside the apartment quicken to a hurried pace as Renji follows the trail of pale feathers to Keigo's bedroom. He pushes the door open with the same frame-shaking force that he used on the front door. ]
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The hell...
[ Renji can't remember if molting is a regular part of Keigo's lunar cycle... but he's pretty sure it isn't. His slow steps inside the apartment quicken to a hurried pace as Renji follows the trail of pale feathers to Keigo's bedroom. He pushes the door open with the same frame-shaking force that he used on the front door. ]