eventually, he had stopped thinking.

Two hours ago, one of the Onceler's assistants was called over to deliver a package directly to the chairman himself. Landon, right? The young boy must be new-- Kars had never seen the boy face to face before. Delicate fingers drummed on the desk, red eyes focused elsewhere for the moment. No, this package was not ordered par say-- it was a gift to the chairman directly from the flower shop owner. Ferns, pink and white daisies adorned a specially crafted vase, delicately wrapped in gift wrap, as much as Kars didn't like the prospect of those flowers struggling to breathe for a moment or ten. Still, this is what the humble owner could do for an old friend. A small card tacked onto the wrapping complete with a note:

Mr. Onceler,

Happy birthday. This little arrangement won't cost you a valuable penny.

                                                                            ~ Kars.

ooc: whispers i still wanted to rp with you on marisa, i meant to ask if i should grab the old thread or sjflksdf reply to an open post when you make it? sorry this is awkward ahh

                               "Are you Ms. Matoi's parent or guardian?"

                                "You could say that. What happened?"

                                "She's in the principal's office and needs to be picked up."

                                " ... I'm on my way. Thank you."

                                                                                                -- Click.

Why? All Kars has done was babysit her every now and again, and one would suppose that no one in the Mankanshoku residence was available to answer their calls. When this residence's number was distributed into the emergency call-back roster is beyond anyone's speculation. It would be a different case if the aforementioned number belonged to the flower shop, however expectations of a phone call away from the work place were next to none. Maybe Ryuko just put down any number she thought of to avoid further trouble. Still... this is a surprise. 

The trip to Kairos felt long. The walk to the girl's high school felt long, as well. Each step felt as though it elapsed for minutes on end, further fueled by the elder's distaste for the city. Still, a call from the school board , one must abide. Perhaps the school board was desperate in reaching someone, but still... Kars of all people. How farfetched.

The arrival was prompt. Kars is swift in finding the principal's office where the young woman would be seated, as huffy as she'll ever be. Expecting the so-called "guardian" to question the child upon dismissal, the principal is quick to allow both of them to exit. A sigh draws itself out, and exeunt Kars and Ryuuko Matoi.

Red eyes trailed to the young woman's form, a brow quirked as lips parted in preparation to speak. Hands were swift in pocketing themselves in the season-inappropriate jacket just as words slipped through opened lips.

yesssssss... we gotta talk this out, man. im always open for suggestions