May 06, 2011 23:31
The afternoon was overcast and cool, but not chilly enough for Hibari to consider wearing more than his standard yukata. On the tatami inside, the typical trappings of the tea ceremony were set up; for now, he sat on the porch overlooking the rock garden. Hibird nuzzled sleepily into his collar, and he took another deep drag of his cigarette, eyes closed.
He hated waiting.