Laaaate birthday wishes. >x>
It's roughly half an hour before the Kokuyo Law Firm opens its doors, and the lights are still off, the building sleeping - expect for a shaft of harsh yellow falling across the carpet from within one of the offices, the soft sound of bird song and the shuffling of something within. Eventually, it stills and then comes the soft hush of liquid flowing, and the cause slinks out the door - flicking off the lights before glancing back with a sharp whistle, summoning a downy little ball of a bird from within before closing the door behind themselves and slinking out of the front door to lock it behind themselves.
There are no other signs that they'd been there, except what is now dominating the cleared desk of one Rokudo Mukuro - a towering marble chocolate fountain surrounded by fruit in carefully stocked iced containers. There is no sign, no name, no hint of who left it-- save the chocolate tracks of tiny, tiny bird feet along one corner of the desk.
There are no other signs that they'd been there, except what is now dominating the cleared desk of one Rokudo Mukuro - a towering marble chocolate fountain surrounded by fruit in carefully stocked iced containers. There is no sign, no name, no hint of who left it-- save the chocolate tracks of tiny, tiny bird feet along one corner of the desk.