More than a Photograph || Hayato /Crack
Traveling always had it’s risks and rewards. The rewards were usually that he didn’t have to spend a lot of time with the incompetency of the people who worked beneath him. Though it was also the reward of having time to himself or to sight see. It also let him have time to relax, do some political writings as he stopped for a coffee along the way. Or when he was in a plain he’d have plenty of time to write and read as he went.
The risks were usually that he’d have to meet someone along the way he’d rather avoid. That person usually being a Kamen Rider. After all, they were still his enemy and still a threat. It was still someone he had to keep his distance from in case he let slip to all of them he was really, truly, still alive.
But today it was far too late to stop that from happening. For while he was enjoying his coffee outside on a balcony of a second floor coffee shop, Geist heard the sound of a camera clicking away as photographs were taken of who knows what. Though, it didn’t take long, for him to figure out just what was taken.
Turning his head Geist tried to follow the clicking sound to it’s short and chubby source, by then realizing that hiding was now a very useless thing to hope for. The man holding the camera happened to be taking pictures his direction, because of the flower shop that was on the first floor of the cafe. Taking pictures to show the beauty of the flora under the coffee. Pictures that would assuredly have him quite plainly in view for any person to see.
Normally he’d instantly find a need to rip that camera away, do something to secretly destroy it so the evidence of his existence there would be known to no one but in memory alone. But instead, he did something quite different. Instead he felt himself swallow his coffee a lot more forceful. He felt nervous, he felt his hands shakey. He even made a motion to help make sure his hair was alright and that he didn’t look too intimidating.
What was going on with him? That was a question he wasn’t even sure he knew how to answer. Just suddenly...
He wanted to say hello to an old, “fellow employee” of G.O.D.
