Because apparently I don't have enough to do with my life.
*Akito looked up at the building with what could be considered mild surprise. This wasn't the manor. His memory drive may have been damaged, but he could easily recognize where he'd been living the past several months and this certainly wasn't it.
Pulling a blackberry out of his pocket, he eyed the screen critically. No new data. Was it malfunctioning? It was quite possible, though he had yet to actually use it so maybe there was more to the device than he knew.
Decided, the teen cautiously opened the front door and sneaked inside, keeping an ear out for signs of any other life nearby. He needed information about this new place.*
Pulling a blackberry out of his pocket, he eyed the screen critically. No new data. Was it malfunctioning? It was quite possible, though he had yet to actually use it so maybe there was more to the device than he knew.
Decided, the teen cautiously opened the front door and sneaked inside, keeping an ear out for signs of any other life nearby. He needed information about this new place.*