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[Murder Bath] The most romantic
Jun. 16th, 2019 12:51 amIt was late in the evening, though not as late as he'd expected. Akira trudged along through the alley and jumped up to grab onto the fire escape as he often did, swinging himself upward and climbing the long way to the cracked window that was always open for him on nights like tonight. Nights he had to work late.
Sure, he could have used the front door, but people tended to ask questions when there was blood on your face. And hands. And jacket. Couldn't have that, now could he? He really wasn't in the mood for putting in any overtime.
Carefully, he slid in through the window, pulling his shoes off before touching down on the floor, nudging the window shut behind him with his elbow.
Would Goro be up at this hour? Sometimes he was. It smelled like there might have been some coffee on recently. Maybe he was working late, too.
Sure, he could have used the front door, but people tended to ask questions when there was blood on your face. And hands. And jacket. Couldn't have that, now could he? He really wasn't in the mood for putting in any overtime.
Carefully, he slid in through the window, pulling his shoes off before touching down on the floor, nudging the window shut behind him with his elbow.
Would Goro be up at this hour? Sometimes he was. It smelled like there might have been some coffee on recently. Maybe he was working late, too.
