Crowley will sigh as he picks up a letter from Ferid, opening it and tilting his head. I wonder what this is about now....Last time he sent one, I was on a wild goose chase..... He’ll scan through the letter, raising an eyebrow at the contents.
“A young vampire coming on his behalf to assist me....and gain experience....let’s see...Kiriyo? Sounds like a woman....I wonder what Ferid is really sending her for...probably to keep tabs on me.”
He’ll shrug and relax back in his seat, resting his feet on his desk as he stares at the letter. Well I’m no idiot but at least things might be interesting for a while....I wonder what he’s up to.....
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minari-chan replied to your post:out of curiosity do you guys ever have the problem...
That’s always the reason why I have to buy new ones. It’s kind annoying because else they’re perfectly fine.
I KNOW RIGHT. Like if it was the knee area I could just make them shorts but noo they're at the point that if I cut them there half my butt will be hanging out of my shorts *makes angry noises*
He stared absently at his hands, trying to figure out what was missing. He just couldn't focus, desperately trying to hang on to that fleeting feeling of something... important, something so key that the lack of it was making him restless. He stood up, pushing back his leather chair with irritation. Like a caged tiger, he paced across his office, throwing occasional glances at the city spreading below the tower building. Hong Kong never slept, the city was full of lights, bustling with energy and never ending traffic.
This was the place he used to call home, the place where he once belonged, but now... Frustrated with his own unexplainable agitation, Soryu ran his hand through his hair and stepped closer to the window. He let his head slowly drop forward, resting his forehead against the cool glass. What was wrong with him? Was he ill? It... it couldn't be a cold, could it?
His mood was turning more sour with every passing minute and Soryu groaned, equally annoyed with himself and the strange predicament he found himself in. If only Nojiko was here with him, she'd surely help him to figure it out...
The very thought of the girl's name brought another wave of unsettlement. With a deepening frown, he raised his hand and placed it flatly on his chest. What was this... constricting feeling? And why did it get worse when he thought of Nojiko? Again, with just the recollection of the girl's name, he felt the tightness in his chest intensify to almost unbearable level.
He just... he really wanted to see her right now. Hear her voice, feel the gentle touch of her fingers on his hand, his cheek. A sudden realization caused him to inhale sharply. That was it. Nojiko. It was all about her, from the beginning. He hated being apart from her, he was irritated because she wasn't at his side. He missed her, he missed her so much he couldn't even focus on anything else.
As soon as the understanding fully dawned on him, he walked - well, he almost ran - back to his desk and slammed the button on the phone.
"Inui."
"S...Sir?" the young man seemed startled with the intensity his boss said his name.
"We're going back to Tokyo."
"Sir? Wha..."
"Have the plane ready in the next hour."
"But sir, we still haven't..."
"Inui." Soryu's voice was sharp, almost threatening.
"Yes, sir! An hour, roger that!"the man knew better than to argue with his boss. "Leave it to me!"
With a sigh, Soryu sank into his leather chair and once again ran his hand through his hair. But this time, the gesture conveyed relief, not irritation. Feeling his anxiety slowly fade, Soryu now tried to decide what would be the best way to surprise her by showing up early. Should he pick her up from work? Call her up to the penthouse? An image of her lovely face and gorgeous eyes lighting up in delight at the sight of him sent a rush of anticipation through his veins. He glanced at the clock. Fifty-nine minutes to go. He couldn't wait.
