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herewardbound▶ IN A BLINK
Locked to Maruki
The day started with what was... ultimately probably the less unpleasant of the conversations on his personal docket. It stung to think about it that way- but he knew that the second of the two would leave him compromised.
And too much relied upon this.
Good morning.
I'm going to hazard a guess that you've run into at least one of the other instances of 'Goro Akechi', since you've been a bit reclusive since your arrival.
So let me preface this by saying I'd just like to talk. In a public setting, if possible.
Please respond as quickly as you can, as it's a time-sensitive matter.
-Phoenix
▶ IT STARTS WITH SORRY
Locked to Smoltaba and Gorobo
The second, of course, was the worst. The one he'd been dreading since February.
The one he'd put off all this time.
Fuck.
Falcon had come over, and he'd sent Futaba a message asking her to come down. He sat on the couch in the front froom, leg bouncing as he stared into the depths of the coffee table. A thumbdrive had been set on it, along with a folded piece of paper.
He glanced up, as Renée took his hand, squeezing gently. She offered him a tight smile.
And he nodded. He could do this.
It was the right thing to do. It had to be done.
Locked to Maruki
The day started with what was... ultimately probably the less unpleasant of the conversations on his personal docket. It stung to think about it that way- but he knew that the second of the two would leave him compromised.
And too much relied upon this.
Good morning.
I'm going to hazard a guess that you've run into at least one of the other instances of 'Goro Akechi', since you've been a bit reclusive since your arrival.
So let me preface this by saying I'd just like to talk. In a public setting, if possible.
Please respond as quickly as you can, as it's a time-sensitive matter.
-Phoenix
▶ IT STARTS WITH SORRY
Locked to Smoltaba and Gorobo
The second, of course, was the worst. The one he'd been dreading since February.
The one he'd put off all this time.
Fuck.
Falcon had come over, and he'd sent Futaba a message asking her to come down. He sat on the couch in the front froom, leg bouncing as he stared into the depths of the coffee table. A thumbdrive had been set on it, along with a folded piece of paper.
He glanced up, as Renée took his hand, squeezing gently. She offered him a tight smile.
And he nodded. He could do this.
It was the right thing to do. It had to be done.
