It was falling, the sun. The failing light pushed shadows long, cooled the world around him, and made the dark places grow. Dusk brought the murmur of a sleeping world and Kuroe considered this new world. Passing through the gates of day to night brought anonymity that could only be brought by the deepest dark. It's where he lived, where<span style="font-style: italic">they</span>lived. The thought gave him a tight liped frown, but it softened as he continue to think; it's where<span style="font-style: italic">she</span>lived. Drifting into his building of residents with a nod at the man at the front desk, Kuroe entered the elevator.<br/><br/>Readjusting the bundles in his arms, Kuroe thought a moment, she'd be getting up soon and when he heard the<span style="font-style: italic">ping</span>of arrival he smiled. Walking to the only door on the top floor, he for all intents and purposes, he owned it. Setting one armful down he fishes out the keyring and unlocks the door. Sliding through the door before kicking it closed Kuroe strode into his home. Setting down the groceries, Kuroe wonders for a moment. He had always done things this way, if he didn't need to be there and back immediately he walked. We was an enigma, that much had always been clear to him.<br/><br/>Moving into the blacked-out space, Kuroe took up his bedside chair and picked up notebook computer and began writing; the touchpad keyboard making near no noise. Glancing over at her sleeping form, curled up in his heavy, down comforter. She never slept on her own anymore. Kuroe wasn't sure if it was a habit formed out of their time sharing small living spaces before he could afford their current home or if she had other motives. Having been achingly alone for more than a few years, Kuroe could with honestly say he minded. Going back to his work, the formerly cold man couldn't keep the contented smile from gracing his lightly scarred face. He'd wait for her to wake.<br/><br/>Flopping himself on the couch and stretching his arms and legs out far, Kuroe gave a pleasure driven moan. Sighing and rolling onto his side while staring at the grand piano sitting in the corrner of the common room, he smiled at the memory of so many pieces played on it. Glancing at the door of his room, he quirked as smile at the fact he found it ajar. Slinging quietly off the couch, Kuroe creeped up to the door. It was as he had expected and he couldn't help but feel a soft pang to the soul and a warm smile crease his lips. She was in his bed again.