Roku had ended up just collapsing in bed once he had reached the bed, not really looking like he acknowledged the presence of Akira there but it seemed he tried to ignored Akira all together. He was too exhausted to even know Akira was there, he had spent himself on what looked like a wild night of partying. Of course this made him unaware of the black neko leaving him his gift and eventually just leaving him. It was rather sad that Roku didn't hear what Akira was saying to him, it was a rather heartfelt message for him to hear and the crimson neko would probably regret him getting mad at him.<br/>-<br/>Roku woke up the next morning, the right side of his head hurting and he groaned, rubbing his head as he shivered a little. The room was still cold as he ended up going under his blanket, his head poking out as he turned about in the sheets before noticing the bag Akira left him. Roku groaned and rubbed his head as he looked it more closely. He didn't remember having this, he grabbed it and sniffed at the bag before being taken back by the faded but familiar scent of Akira. "Damnit. Akira!" Roku called out in annoyance but got no answer, he huffed as he reluctantly got out of the comfort of the blankets and went to see if Akria was still out there. The apartment was more quiet than usual as Roku dragged his feet across the floor, feeling it being clean since Akira had cleaned it for him and when he came across the living room, the neko was gone. "Akira. Where did you go?"