where - elite when - 22nd of january who - wren @oflightfeet
It was late enough at night that it could be considered early morning. The sun wouldn't be rising for a few more hours, but soon enough early risers would be getting up and getting a start on their day. Taking dogs for walks, going for a jog, heading to work. Ikki's own day would be starting in only a few hours as well, but that was nothing out of the ordinary. Be the first to arrive and the last to leave, no other way would you get a true picture of how things went. At least not in Ikki's not so humble opinion.
That was why he was sitting in one of the back rooms at Elite on his umpteenth cup of coffee while most others were long gone. In their bed, or someone else’s -- or a hospital bed if the night had gone particularly poorly.
The only thing that gave away the fatigue Ikki may or may not have been feeling was the decline of his typically impeccable posture. The slumping of his shoulders, the elbow resting on the table in front of him, and perhaps the yawn he stifled behind his hand as the door open and wren walked into the room. Because if he was staying this late so was the person working beneath him, but they didn't have a desk job they had to get to in a few hours. Yet.
Ikki straightened up, giving them a nod of his head, "how did things go?" He asked, referring to the money. A good haul wasn't going to cut it that night, they had to really make a good showing that night. He had his own opinions, but he silently looked at Wren, waiting for their own opinion on the night. A bit of a feeling of ‘if you answer this incorrectly, I will remember’ hanging in the atmosphere.