A glass can only spill what it contains
*The last thing he remembers is the taste of fresh sushi on his tongue, his fingers wrapped around the small, white choko as he brought it to his lips with a smug grin. The room was dimly lit and he was in the company of--
He definitely wasn't alone. Not like he is now. Light glances around, a distinct downturn of his lips clearly visible as sanguine eyes take in his surroundings. A hallway?
What the hell is this? A small wave of anxiety quickly begins in his stomach and moves upward as he realizes that not only is he sans his previous company, but without his bodyguard. A set up? But how? With an upturn of his chin, he brings long fingers up to straighten his crimson tie.*
I assure you that whatever this is, it is not going to be successful. Many attempts have been made on my life, you realize.
*He speaks smugly. And apparently, to no one.*
He definitely wasn't alone. Not like he is now. Light glances around, a distinct downturn of his lips clearly visible as sanguine eyes take in his surroundings. A hallway?
What the hell is this? A small wave of anxiety quickly begins in his stomach and moves upward as he realizes that not only is he sans his previous company, but without his bodyguard. A set up? But how? With an upturn of his chin, he brings long fingers up to straighten his crimson tie.*
I assure you that whatever this is, it is not going to be successful. Many attempts have been made on my life, you realize.
*He speaks smugly. And apparently, to no one.*