whiskey and cigarettes

Marceline couldn’t believe what she was doing. Thank the gods it was nighttime when the jet touched down. Otherwise, she’d have a huge problem. Why her, of all people? Why couldn’t they have sent Roarke instead? Not that she minded running errands for her boss, but this was something she wasn’t too keen on. His dirty deals made behind smoke and mirrors should have stayed in the shadows, but no. Here she was - in Japan, waiting to meet his contact. 

She was to be the face of Screamers’ deals this time and she hated it. Not that making money deals with a Japanese company was a bad thing, but it was the fact she was so far from home, she was majorly at risk of sunlight and she knew no one. 

Whatever. 

Not in this terminal, the state, the country. 

He wanted to be back home in Cali and at the latest party that whatever socialite family threw next. Anything was better than being here. Here, he felt like he had to be on his best godsdamn behavior because if he didn’t follow the rigged rules of society, his Uncle would knock his fucking lights out. 

Not to mention he may have overindulged on the sake last night, and his head was subtly throbbing in pain, reminding him not to drink again. And he’d promised not to. 

Until the next night of course. 

His shitty day just had to get even worse though, didn’t it?

“You’re the one who bumped into me! Fuck’s wrong with you?!”

“It may not look it, because they’re stupid looking, but my father employs only the best.” And the most destructive, manipulative, cunning, disturbing people to date. Not that he can talk, really. “If anything gets through the doors or windows, which I highly doubt, but hypothetically, that person is going to regret it. Prioritizing the safety of the children is kind of number one on the agenda around here. Plus, my kid siblings are around, so everyone’s hypervigilant over that too…” 

Bunjiro paused. 

“If it makes you feel better, I’ll even stay awhile. We can rotate shifts.”

He shouldn’t sleep.

He shouldn’t sleep.

The children need him, he CAN’T. SLEEP.

But damn does sleep sound good right now. He can’t fight off potential attacks if he’s sleepy… that’s his only reasoning for agreeing to this.

“We can rotate shifts.” Leon sighed, moving off of the door frame and slowly trudging into the room. He can sleep in the comfy chair next to the bed… that’s perfectly fine. The cup of coffee is sat down onto the bed-side table.