+kiryuin-eyebrows
Now that's a fancy chair.
His eyes lit up with joy when he spotted a pristine, round armchair in front of a giant computer screen. He was in a strangest room he has ever seen, but in a way it certainly suited the usual inhabitants of it. Although it was dark, he could discern a pink coach surrounded by toys and candies that most likely belonged to Nonon, priceless computers that contained a lot of incriminating data and of course, this expensive throne. On which he was now sitting and spinning carelessly.Â
So this was her centre of command. She probably plans all of her attacks on the academies right here, mused Takarada, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. He tried to imagine how it is to be her - to believe in some ideological nonsense so hard that unleashing an army on fellow high school students seemed justified. Mmm, being Satsuki sounded like a fun life. Â
He stopped spinning in her fancy chair just in time to start feeling dizzy and see her furrowed eyebrows right in front of him. Oh. He didn't even hear her enter the room.Â
"Why, hello." Takarada grinned, slicking back his hair in a smooth movement, trying to collect himself. "I let myself in, I hope ya don't mind, miss Satsuki." He almost purred, delighted as ever to see her looking down on him. Some things will never change.
