There was a certain idea that came to mind when you sat atop a building listening to music through the lowered speakers of the software before you. There was an idea that he would drive home. Days had gone by. Kouin was still not dead. Who knew right? Akira Saito ordered ANBU to not engage. The Sennin was dead. And likely it was This man's doing with the help of Titan. Nefarious thoughts rolled on through his head, Zo that is. He was still recovering from his fight. His jaw was cleared. Arm was taking. And his tendrils were perfectly hidden behind his unblemished skin thanks to Kitsune's healing. He'd be sure to give her a 'gift' for her work. What would it be though...
Who knew, but with the files he had on his laptop he had connected to a circuit near him he felt as if everything around him had disappeared for a moment he was caught up in his research. Looking through ANBU Files and available medical files for things he needed. Possible culprits in the Bingo book. Everything directly linked to his small yet bulky laptop. 'Hmm...', he'd type away before looking out to the sunset. Such a beautiful scenery. And he was sitting on his computer? No... This wouldnt do. So with that he'd close the thing before setting it within his shoulder bag and rolling the cord up before stepping to the ledge.
'Hm... Such a sight yet no one to share it with.', nothing more he wanted to do than to be together with someone. Eh, he needed to lay back alittle bit. So he'd take a purple liquid pill with a medicine within it, given to him to help him recover from his injuries. Internal damage was a bitch. His body was perfect but the soreness would still be there. Either way, rolling his shoulders his stomach and chest still taped up.. hidden under his white shirt and black vest. What kinds of things did he feel he'd get into? Who knew... but maybe things would turn out for the best?
Who knew, but with the files he had on his laptop he had connected to a circuit near him he felt as if everything around him had disappeared for a moment he was caught up in his research. Looking through ANBU Files and available medical files for things he needed. Possible culprits in the Bingo book. Everything directly linked to his small yet bulky laptop. 'Hmm...', he'd type away before looking out to the sunset. Such a beautiful scenery. And he was sitting on his computer? No... This wouldnt do. So with that he'd close the thing before setting it within his shoulder bag and rolling the cord up before stepping to the ledge.
'Hm... Such a sight yet no one to share it with.', nothing more he wanted to do than to be together with someone. Eh, he needed to lay back alittle bit. So he'd take a purple liquid pill with a medicine within it, given to him to help him recover from his injuries. Internal damage was a bitch. His body was perfect but the soreness would still be there. Either way, rolling his shoulders his stomach and chest still taped up.. hidden under his white shirt and black vest. What kinds of things did he feel he'd get into? Who knew... but maybe things would turn out for the best?