It was about the time Kirijo got the call that Shirogane stirred in his room. He wasn't sleeping--merely pretending to be dead. It helped his subconscious in a way. He had heard something like a car pulling up outside. When he went to go check out of his window, he noticed a G-LOL getting out of a limousine?! Surprise factor aside, she reeked of the business and that sent shivers down his spine. How many gothic lolita idols were out there nowadays? How many did he know? How many knew him, but he was unaware of?? The risk of being revealed had never been so high, but he had been a nervous wreck since he arrived here and honestly being found out was one of his smaller worries. [i]Maybe she's still hanging on to her eighth-grader's syndrome?[/i] That reassurance didn't help much seeing as how he was doing the same.
Leaving the window he went for the door, slowly opening it a little to peek through as was his habit, and through the small opening he spotted Yoromatsu going down stairs!! Swiftly and silently he shut the door. That was the last person he wanted to see. [i]Arranging a pick-up and even going so far as to greet the new recruit at the door, huh? If only we had all gotten the VIP treatment....[i] For once, his vile thoughts didn't do anything to alleviate his negative feelings. Instead his guilty conscious asked of him what difference would it have made if they had been greeted when they first arrived or treated to a limousine ride? Would it have helped Yoro and Youhei with their battle alone on the train? Would it have saved Takahiro from being kidnapped? Still gripping the door by the handle, he pushed it open and shuffled his feet outside making a beeline for the fourth floor command room.