It's 4:30am and I'm Going to Bed Now
Characters: Misaki and Sam
Location: Their respective apartments?
Time: Any time! Well, after whatever has happened up until this point. /is lazy
Summary: Misaki wants to get the mail. I'm tired. Shut up.
Warnings: None that I can think of.
She wanted to get the mail. Walk down three flights of stairs, put the key in her box, and get the mail.
Misaki slammed the door of her apartment behind her, glaring over her shoulder at the two men who flanked her. One of them, she knew, was a Contractor. The other was probably just a rookie that had been pulled off the street, or punished for some minor screw-up by the gift of babysitting duty.
Babysitting. Misaki Kirihara was being babysat.
She stormed her way down the stairs, not looking at them, not speaking to them, barely paying attention to where she was going.
Actually, not paying attention to where she was going at all. She bumped into someone on the second flight down, so busy trying to get emotion back under control that she hadn’t even seen him…
Hadn’t even seen him and his very British, very retro outfit…
She blinked. She rubbed her eyes and blinked and gave up.
“…Sam?”
“Officer Kirihara? Who are you talking to?”
She glanced over her shoulder. The Contractor looked grim, ready to act, tenser than he’d been upstairs. The rookie just stared at her in confusion. She returned the look.
“…you can’t…? He’s right here.” She turned to look at him. “Sam. Tell me you can see them. Please tell me you can see them."
Location: Their respective apartments?
Time: Any time! Well, after whatever has happened up until this point. /is lazy
Summary: Misaki wants to get the mail. I'm tired. Shut up.
Warnings: None that I can think of.
She wanted to get the mail. Walk down three flights of stairs, put the key in her box, and get the mail.
Misaki slammed the door of her apartment behind her, glaring over her shoulder at the two men who flanked her. One of them, she knew, was a Contractor. The other was probably just a rookie that had been pulled off the street, or punished for some minor screw-up by the gift of babysitting duty.
Babysitting. Misaki Kirihara was being babysat.
She stormed her way down the stairs, not looking at them, not speaking to them, barely paying attention to where she was going.
Actually, not paying attention to where she was going at all. She bumped into someone on the second flight down, so busy trying to get emotion back under control that she hadn’t even seen him…
Hadn’t even seen him and his very British, very retro outfit…
She blinked. She rubbed her eyes and blinked and gave up.
“…Sam?”
“Officer Kirihara? Who are you talking to?”
She glanced over her shoulder. The Contractor looked grim, ready to act, tenser than he’d been upstairs. The rookie just stared at her in confusion. She returned the look.
“…you can’t…? He’s right here.” She turned to look at him. “Sam. Tell me you can see them. Please tell me you can see them."