.:waiting can be so painful:. @Yuna
Sephiroth closed the book in his hand with a flick of his wrist. He let out a sigh as he ran his finger over the delicate spine. Cracks ran from top to bottom and the entire thing threatened to fall apart. But this… this was the sort of thing that baffled Sephiroth, the sort of thing that really made his life interesting. The ‘Meteor’ project was what was catching his eye at the moment. There had been a name in the list of scientists who worked on it that had seemed very familiar to him, so he had been quick to look up more. Finding this book in the local university library he quickly made his way over here to get his hand on it. It was a gold mine. It had notes written, not only professionally, but by the scientists who were a part of it. His mother being one of them, his real mother. He could tell it was her, her writing was so similar to his own. None of the emotions that plagued him upon finding it were obvious at all. He would hide the way he felt until the day he died. His phone went off in his pocket the loud sharp sounds of powerful strings echoing from out of his pocket. He fished it out and looked at the name and image that had shown up on the screen. His nose scrunched slightly and his brows furrowed together. He was never letting his manager touching his phone ever again. Answering it he got quite the lecture about being punctual to his shoots. Walking down to the stairs he only let out the odd ‘mhmm’ or ‘of course’. His gaze was sharp and he couldn’t help but not be pissed off about this. He sank down in front of one of the computers and used the log-in of one of the younger models who went here. “I’m going now. I have something more important to attend to.” But his manager was having none of that, drilling him about where he was and what he was doing. “I car will be there to pick you up in five minutes. You will be there Sephiroth. This will cost as an arm and a leg to skip out on.” He yelled into the silverette’s ear. Sephiroth conceded and hung up the phone, setting it down on top of the book he had brought down. It took him a minute or so to hunt down the document he was looking for. He printed them out and headed down to the printer. Picking up his papers he headed out of the building. He didn’t notice that he didn’t bring his phone with him and the car was already waiting in front of the building. He piled into the back of the car and could only get angrier with everything as his manager continued to talk his ear off. At the shoot was when he noticed that his phone was nowhere to be found. Everyone who had seen Sephiroth angry knew why people kept him happy. He was a very intimidating person when he was in a good mood, he was downright scary when he was angry. He was quick to snap and quick to get violent, he would never outright punch a person but he would grab collars and snarl in people’s faces. And now he was ordering around a couple people trying to get his phone back. He had things he had to look up and he didn’t want to have to put up with all of this right now.
