C71 Threads of Control

The next morning, Arun barely had time to finish his tea before Riku’s voice cut through the quiet.

“Get ready,” Riku said, standing by the doorway, immaculate as ever. “We’re going out.”

Arun looked up, confused. “Out? Where?”

Riku adjusted his cufflinks, calm and precise. “You need clothes. You’ve been wearing the same two shirts since you came here.”

“I don’t need new clothes