Sep 20, 2012
@esperobin
That was it. The D.D. ESPer Robin studios, beyond the heavy iron gate. There were security guards surrounding it, on all sides, imposing in their masks and uniforms with batons and--
Kyou fiddled with the bento box in his hands, suddenly nervous. No, he would not overthink this, he would not descend into the endless spiral of worrying and frantic thoughts and--
He bit his bottom lip, welcome for the distraction of the pain. Maybe if he stood there long enough the security guards would ask him what he was doing so he didn't need to make a decision.
