starter @freedomxprincess
Saki had asked him to pick her up, and to bring a change of clothes. Her modeling job kept her busier than either of them had imagined, and Akane had somehow become her unofficial assistant. A routine had formed between them: Where Akane would pick her up with his Charizard and they’d have dinner after big jobs. To celebrate.
But on that evening, she was running late. Akane was pacing around outside of the studio, paying more attention to his Holocaster than his surroundings. Waiting, not-so-patiently, for his last message to be marked ‘read.’
In his inattentive pacing, Akane bumped into another model: One he hadn’t seen until now, who was also entering the studio.
“Watch it!” He growled at the stranger, “Pay attention, so people like me don’t have to. Dammit.”
