( Her keys are tossed on the counter without looking, hair left in tight plaits pinned around her head. Her jacket remains, zipped up, sleeves pulled over her hands. The weight of tension hollows out her stomach as she waits, waits for the other shoe to drop.
For the reason he seems so pissed off.
And she doesn't have to wait long. No sooner is his jacket off before he's speaking, the reason for his attitude catching her off guard for a simple reason: )
I didn't.
( It was a largely uneventful move, and she was almost certain it would be. She's fast but bikes are bikes, especially when they're driven by yokai who are determined to get the fuck out of there as fast as they can.
She was never going to catch them, and she kind of knew that from the second she set off. Unless they happened to have a hideout right around the corner, and really, who is stupid enough for that? )
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For the reason he seems so pissed off.
And she doesn't have to wait long. No sooner is his jacket off before he's speaking, the reason for his attitude catching her off guard for a simple reason: )
I didn't.
( It was a largely uneventful move, and she was almost certain it would be. She's fast but bikes are bikes, especially when they're driven by yokai who are determined to get the fuck out of there as fast as they can.
She was never going to catch them, and she kind of knew that from the second she set off. Unless they happened to have a hideout right around the corner, and really, who is stupid enough for that? )