#nitikrty06

It’s been a while from the cat balloon mess. Ogata’s injuries have more or less healed, no much left of the traces in his arms either and it doesn’t even itch. The text message had was sent early. Ogata’s sitting on the ground, near the lake of the bamboo grove in Cotes. Ankles crossed he enclosed his weapon to  his arms, leaning it on his shoulder. Occasionally he checks the clock from the smartphone.

When he finally hears steps and turns to the familiar face Ogata is without expression but the tone spells it out all clear and obvious: 

“ After requesting it yourself.... “ 

“ You’re late. “