[For Tsuzuki] Come, come, wherever you are!
Once Iggy was gone, Adrian felt oddly empty.
Perhaps what had just happened bore a deeper meaning than that he could grasp.
Again borrowing the Scarlett O'Hara fashion, he goes I'll think of it tomorrow. Taking a shower - the first in two or three days (he lost count) - really helps. He plays with the taps, alternating scalding hot with icy cold water, profiting of the Moroi's ability to adjust their senses.
A few hours of sleep and he feels rejuvenated. It's almost ten o'clock in the evening now, and that calls for a whiskey fix. Adrian feels it would be odd to do it alone, anyway, so he puts the bottle he picked from the kitchen on a small coffee table, adds two glasses from a cabinet, and thinks he'd be alright if someone happens to knock at his door.
(The room is still a mess, but Adrian was never a man of conveniences).
Perhaps what had just happened bore a deeper meaning than that he could grasp.
Again borrowing the Scarlett O'Hara fashion, he goes I'll think of it tomorrow. Taking a shower - the first in two or three days (he lost count) - really helps. He plays with the taps, alternating scalding hot with icy cold water, profiting of the Moroi's ability to adjust their senses.
A few hours of sleep and he feels rejuvenated. It's almost ten o'clock in the evening now, and that calls for a whiskey fix. Adrian feels it would be odd to do it alone, anyway, so he puts the bottle he picked from the kitchen on a small coffee table, adds two glasses from a cabinet, and thinks he'd be alright if someone happens to knock at his door.
(The room is still a mess, but Adrian was never a man of conveniences).