The bell rang signaling the end of school, Alvan waved his new friend farewell "See you later today, Vice-kun!" He shouted, excited about the days turnout. He looked to the direction of the Sohma estate, whispering to himself "I have to do something else first".
Al burst through the door of his house, "Hi everyone!" he shouted. The house was silent, as well as empty. He sighed to himself and dumped his schoolbag on the floor by the front door. Naturally, he knew no one was here, but it was fun to pretend. He walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge, the cool air rushed at him as he grabbed a juicebox. He slurped it up as he went upstairs to his room. Luckily he didn't have homework, but he did have to sign a bunch of papers, and have a parent signature. Unfortunately, Durran wasn't home like he usually was. Alvan rifled through a box of old papers, finding one that had Durran's signature, he remembered when he got the signature Durran was ornery and had scribbled it rather quickly. It was one of the few times he'd done anything for Al.
Alvan ran back downstairs, going through his backpack and taking the papers that needed to be signed, sitting cross legged on the polished wooden floor, he carefully copied the signature of his guardian. In past years he had gotten in trouble for forgery, and when he had to get both detention slips and the original papers signed Durran was pissed. But as time went by he'd learned to do it better and was a master at phony signatures. Once done, he hastily shoved the papers into his bag and went to grab a piece of paper. He wrote on it very carefully
Durran,
I'm going out. Don't worry I'll be with a friend he lives on the Sohma estate, he's a Sohma too.
He didn't bother to write anything sentimental, his relationship with Durran wasn't an emotional one. Durran was usually anywhere but at the house, usually out at a bar, Alvan suspected he didn't even live here and had another place of residence. However, Durran would occasionally return later, and if he didn't know where he was would be angry. Al knew he wouldn't care where he was as long as the curse was safe.
Al went and crashed on the couch, looking up at the ceiling and stretching his arms, he'd go over to Vice's house a little later.