[Well someone would actually open the door, if there was anyone actually home. But it was just Kazuma, hiding, more so than usual, especially as the week went by. When he hears that booming knock at the front door, he remains sitting on his bed, staring at the back of his own door.]
...[He shouldn't answer, he shouldn't. He told Noel he wouldn't. But...Terumi. And...what if he was just being paranoid and this wasn't Terumi? A week has passed though...He stands up and grabs the second journal from his desk. He had to hide it somewhere, under the bed will have to do. He then takes his regular journal with him before heading for the front door. The knocking stops when he reaches the door. Again, he hesitates.]
Who...Who is it? [Maybe it wasn't Terumi, maybe it was just someone else deciding to stop by. Maybe...?]
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...[He shouldn't answer, he shouldn't. He told Noel he wouldn't. But...Terumi. And...what if he was just being paranoid and this wasn't Terumi? A week has passed though...He stands up and grabs the second journal from his desk. He had to hide it somewhere, under the bed will have to do. He then takes his regular journal with him before heading for the front door. The knocking stops when he reaches the door. Again, he hesitates.]
Who...Who is it? [Maybe it wasn't Terumi, maybe it was just someone else deciding to stop by. Maybe...?]