Nightshift 49: West Wing, Hall 2-A
[From here]
The kitchen was another totally valid target. Last time, that spider had kept him from getting to keep those cookies (nevermind he had thrown them at her). He just felt like going there first tonight. In no way was he avoiding dealing with Neku. He could go kick that nanogram's face in any day of the week. He just had better things to do now than here him whine about some dead variable J. That was practically old news - he was composer now.
"Out the door, patio, 180 to the left, door, door, kitchen," he rambled absently.
The kitchen was another totally valid target. Last time, that spider had kept him from getting to keep those cookies (nevermind he had thrown them at her). He just felt like going there first tonight. In no way was he avoiding dealing with Neku. He could go kick that nanogram's face in any day of the week. He just had better things to do now than here him whine about some dead variable J. That was practically old news - he was composer now.
"Out the door, patio, 180 to the left, door, door, kitchen," he rambled absently.