[He just can't help his tone. He's so frustrated with the situation, with the glimpses of freedom he gets: the apartment, the phone, the ability to leave the complex... and with the catches and conditions imprisoning him further.
He wants to continue rebelling, arguing. It's the only thing he can do know, the only way he can fight with his guns confiscated, but Lucifer quiets the woman, and Yukio falls silent as well. He feels a bit of worry, knowing that Lucifer is sick, before he forces it down.]
Fine. I'll... be in my apartment.
[He turns and makes a beeline for the bedroom, to the bed, and all but falls onto it. He turns his head to look at the clock, lets the numbers blur.
He doesn't leave the bed for days, just staring at the clock.]
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He wants to continue rebelling, arguing. It's the only thing he can do know, the only way he can fight with his guns confiscated, but Lucifer quiets the woman, and Yukio falls silent as well. He feels a bit of worry, knowing that Lucifer is sick, before he forces it down.]
Fine. I'll... be in my apartment.
[He turns and makes a beeline for the bedroom, to the bed, and all but falls onto it. He turns his head to look at the clock, lets the numbers blur.
He doesn't leave the bed for days, just staring at the clock.]