incoming call
No one ever called him.
He jumped from his place on the sofa, face pressed against the cushions.
Eyes scanned the caller I.D. before he relaxed and accepted the call.
“Hello? Mokuba?”
“… no. I very much want to be alone,” nearly alone. Jill was on his legs, “thank you for checking in Mokuba. Have any papers been published? Is it…. bad?”
“Nothing yet. There will be something by tomorrow morning, I can guarantee that.” He didn’t sound happy about that fact. “I’m going to your office at the end of my shift. Do you want me to take anything out of it?”
Because Ryou did have belongings, and someone would inevitably go rooting around.












