There was some slight surprise to find the note, at first thinking it may have been just stuck to the wrong door, but realizing who it was most likely talking about right away. Was he that obvious? Questions of who left it quickly became unimportant as he came inside and set down his bag of groceries, glancing at the note again as if its slightly cryptic words would offer any more insight. It hasn't even been that long... Zenigata mused as he sat back in a chair, kicking his feet up on the table. He should have known what he was getting into, really, because he already liked Amarao beforehand. Should I reallytell him? There really was no time like the present. If he waited any longer... But the whole ordeal was to get him back with Pete! Not prevent it. He glanced at his watch, wondering just when that tour was supposed to be. Do it there? In front of Pete? The idea was wonderfully malicious... "Ah dammit!" He cursed, about to crumple the note, but stopped and just let out a big exhale. No no. He'd try and get Amarao somewhere before or afterwards and try to be honest with him. He knew if he didn't, he was going to end up being grouchy and mean, just because he was frustrated. The hell is it that I'm gonna tell him...? He sighed a bit forlornly again, setting the note down. He wasn't even entirely sure. Well, at least there was someone out there who seemed like he/she was on his side. Maybe it really wasn't an incredibly selfish thing to do.
Was he that obvious? Questions of who left it quickly became unimportant as he came inside and set down his bag of groceries, glancing at the note again as if its slightly cryptic words would offer any more insight.
It hasn't even been that long... Zenigata mused as he sat back in a chair, kicking his feet up on the table.
He should have known what he was getting into, really, because he already liked Amarao beforehand.
Should I reallytell him?
There really was no time like the present. If he waited any longer...
But the whole ordeal was to get him back with Pete! Not prevent it.
He glanced at his watch, wondering just when that tour was supposed to be.
Do it there? In front of Pete? The idea was wonderfully malicious...
"Ah dammit!" He cursed, about to crumple the note, but stopped and just let out a big exhale.
No no. He'd try and get Amarao somewhere before or afterwards and try to be honest with him. He knew if he didn't, he was going to end up being grouchy and mean, just because he was frustrated.
The hell is it that I'm gonna tell him...?
He sighed a bit forlornly again, setting the note down. He wasn't even entirely sure.
Well, at least there was someone out there who seemed like he/she was on his side. Maybe it really wasn't an incredibly selfish thing to do.
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