"It's useless, it's all useless..."
Takeshi let out an irritated sigh as his hand went to the back of his head and looked up at the ceiling until the two he'd been talking to exited the room. He then shook his head before running his fingers through his hair in an exasperated manner, eyes shut tightly and voice sounding something like a growl. "This is really starting to piss me off. There's plenty of reason for that kid with the katana to be the culprit, but I was only saying that to get them to talk..."
He walked over to the bed and stared down at the shiny, crimson liquid. The room was filled with the odor of human blood. "They just told me their story and left, I never even got a chance to ask a single question I had planned. Hell, I didn't even get to press them on their story either."
He stared at the trail of blood leading to the window as well as the prints on said window. The smell wasn't as strong near the window, probably due to the outside air. "Don't they realize I'm the good guy here? If I can get as much info as possible, we can catch the culprit sooner. That way fewer people will get hurt and we won't run the risk of anyone dying."
He leaned out the window, expecting to see blood in more places. However, he did not. And this was strange. "...What's this? First of all, why would this obviously injured and profusely bleeding person flee the scene, and second, how would they do so without leaving any trail? Unless...Unless it's the culprit's blood."
Takeshi sat down in a chair beside the table where he'd set his coffee before the whole debacle. "If it's the culprit's blood, that means she could have been conscious enough to fight back, maybe stab them with something. It'd only make sense then that they'd bleed. Perhaps then they would have carried her away somehow, doesn't matter how, she wouldn't have been bleeding because the nurse's would have obviously bandaged her up. If he was the one bleeding, it'd be simple to find a way to make it such that it did not track out of the room once he left, just staunching the flow somehow and wiping off his hand would be enough. Simple. It's just a theory, but...It makes sense."
The young man stood up and started out of the nurse's office, continuing to murmur to himself. "If that's the case, then it would be impossible for Katana-Dude or...What was her name? Spatula? Anyway, if that's the case, neither of them could be the culprit. Not that they were prime suspects anyway, Katana-Dude is just asking to be arrested. I mean honestly, a katana on school premises? Even if he really does have the paperwork, which I doubt, there's no way he's allowed to bring a weapon to school."
Takeshi sighed. "Focus, Maetakeshi, the legality of that kid's trinket doesn't matter right now. What matters is finding this culprit...The teachers can deal without me for a day. This is plenty excuse for an excused absence. School-related, club-related, and related to the well-being of everyone on this campus." Instead of going to his first class of the day, Takeshi instead decided to do some investigating. Such was his resolve.
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Desu is the Japanese equivalent to "be." It means "is," "are," "am," stuff like that. Deshita, the past tense, is for "was" and "were" and the like.
People will add desu to the end of their sentence even when it doesn't belong because they think it's cute. When used like that it's a quirk.
I only know all this because I've taken Japanese since 6th grade. Just trying to spread knowledge~
And on the subject of not being here, same as Sakaki except it's more homework less illness.
People will add desu to the end of their sentence even when it doesn't belong because they think it's cute. When used like that it's a quirk.
I only know all this because I've taken Japanese since 6th grade. Just trying to spread knowledge~
And on the subject of not being here, same as Sakaki except it's more homework less illness.
Name: The Warriors of Cosmos
Series of Origin: Dissidia Final Fantasy
Government Type: Monarchy (In name only)
Executive Leader: Cosmos (Effectively the Warrior of Light)
Military Capabilities: The Warriors of Cosmos consist of 19 elite warriors and one Goddess of Harmony. The Warriors each have their own fighting style and various magical abilities, while the goddess's power is restricted to reviving one of her near-dead warriors at the cost of most of her life energy. Their infantry unit consists of an endless army of Manikins (crystalline soldiers modeled after both the Warriors of Cosmos and the Warriors of Chaos) from the Rift. These Manikins have no sentience and only know battle.
Population Estimate: 20 (+ Manikins)
Claimed Areas: Malta
Name: The Warrior of Light (Has chosen to go by Cid du Lufaine)
Age: Physical- Early 20s; Actual- Unknown
Species: Perfect Manikin (indistinguishable from human)
Position/Job: Military leader of The Warriors of Cosmos
Short Bio: The Warrior of Light was created as a Manikin by Cid of the Lufaine for him to implant his own memories into and hopefully turn the tide of the war in Cosmos's favor. The experiment was a success, and, in receiving Cid's memories, the Warrior took the appearance of a young Cid. However, the success was not as successful as first assumed, and the Warrior soon lost what memories he had gained, despite retaining his appearance and skills. He was discovered by Prishe in the Old Chaos Shrine in an early Cycle and was delivered to Cosmos. In every Cycle following, he acted as both Cosmos's personal guard and the de facto leader of her Warriors.
Skills:
Leadership- He's good at leading people and stuff.
Loyalty- He's really really REALLY loyal to Cosmos, to the point where it almost seems like infatuation. And stuff.
Military Skills- As he spent countless Cycles leading the Warriors of Cosmos to battle against the Warriors of Chaos, he has subconsciously racked up a great deal of military experience and it shows.
Battler Prowess- Was literally created to fight and succeeds in his job.
Weapons: Sword and Shield
Abilities:
Shield Control- Cid is able to remotely control his shield. He uses this for various attacks and combos.
Light Manipulation- Cid is able to harness the power of light into a usable form to simultaneously block attacks dish out damage with a close-range blast of light(Shield of Light), send pillars of light erupting from the ground towards his enemy(Shining Wave), create 6 blades of light that home in on the enemy(Radiant Sword), temporarily lock his enemy in a small crystal-like shape and drop a large sword on them(Rune Saber), enchant his blade with magic and slash quickly for a multi-hit combo(Bitter End), and remotely control and enchant his shield for a devastating combo(Ultimate Shield).
Class Change- Like all Warriors of Cosmos, Cid is able to enter a powerful state of being known as EX Mode, his version being Class Change. Upon entering EX Mode, Cid changes from a Warrior to a Knight; his attacks hit with more force and cause small blades of light to pierce the enemy where the original slash (or bash in the case of his shield) makes contact, his wounds slowly regenerate, and his endurance is heightened.
Oversoul- Like all Warriors of Cosmos, once Cid enters EX Mode, he is able to use a powerful attack known as EX Burst, his version being Oversoul. Upon executing EX Burst, Cid creates a pocket dimension surrounded by magic energy where he slashes the enemy six times. The sixth slash detonates the magic energy within the pocket dimension, further injuring his enemy. After the EX Burst is finished, the pocket dimension closes and Cid is forced out of EX Mode.
Other: http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Warrior_(Final_Fantasy)/Dissidia
"I'll address every one of your claims I have a problem with in order. Then, after Daniel answers a few questions I have for him, I'll leave. Alright?" Takeshi looked to the girl. Daniel already agreed to the interview. There was no reason for him to deny being questioned.
"First off, you appear to have an issue with me referring to the victim's body as 'the body' and you cite the fact that there is blood as evidence she is alive. If Daniel here were to decapitate me at this very moment with his weapon, would I bleed? Yes. Would I be dead? Also yes. It's not just living people who bleed.
"You claim there is no evidence that is not circumstantial which can prove Daniel is the culprit. Well, that may be so, but he carries around that sword, which is enough to get him arrested this instant. It could easily be used as a murder weapon and then wiped clean. And again, even if he is not the culprit, he is still clearly breaking the law.
"You say that, because he cannot get a permit for his sword at his age, that I clearly cannot be an investigator and that you are able to keep silent no matter what I ask you. I have two qualms with this; I am eighteen. A fourth year. I'm no minor. Secondly, he already agreed to be questioned. He didn't have to agree, but he did. Unless there's something he wants to hide from me, then he has no reason to be quiet. Furthermore, if he's hiding something, that's all the more reason for me to investigate. If he has nothing to do with the crime, there should be nothing to hide.
"You act as if I have 'fancy words' and 'fancy ways' to turn this situation to my advantage. Okay, I'll roll with that. Although, my so-called 'fancy words' aren't what's helping me turn the situation, it's that anyone with a functioning brain would be able to come to the conclusions I've come to. We have a word for that. 'Logic.'
"You say I act as if I'm above the rules. In response, I ask you a question. Why am I the only one following them?
"According to your claims, I have no authority to be investigating this. Again, two qualms. I am in the detective club, that alone gives me reason to investigate. And if that's not enough for you, due to the way our country's legal system works, I am fully allowed to investigate this. I am also fully allowed to put Daniel under citizen's arrest due to carrying his illegal weapon without a warrant, but I'm being kind by choosing not to.
"Addressing your theory, the one that I'm the culprit trying to pin this on Daniel. I, for the third time, have two issues with this. The first being that only a true idiot would try to pin the crime on the most suspicious person. I'm pinning the crime on no one, and I have no reason to. The second issue is this: why would I kill a woman? I love women.
"Lastly, and this is less of a statement of yours and more of a threat of yours directed towards me, you say you'll call in an adult and say I'm harassing you. I see no reason why the adult wouldn't side with me. After all, I'm respectfully investigating this crime to discover the truth, something any real adult would find admirable. I've done nothing wrong. Noth-ing. That, and which of us is carrying an illegal weapon and whose side is he on, hmm? I could just as easily claim you were threatening me. It would have just as much credibility as your claims only it would be much easier to believe."
Takeshi stared for a few moments before continuing on to his conclusion.
"You may not believe me after all this, but I don't like having to point out everything wrong with what someone says, especially not a cute girl like yourself. I don't like the dirty jobs, I only do them because they must be done and Clarius appoints me to be the one to do them. If I could just get my information, I'd kindly be on my way. I don't want to be late, and I'm sure neither of you do either, correct? Just please. For all of us here. Just take the interview and let us all leave. I don't want to hold you longer than I have to, I don't wanna hold myself longer than I have to. I've already kept us all here long enough. Just answer the questions so we can all be on our way."
"First off, you appear to have an issue with me referring to the victim's body as 'the body' and you cite the fact that there is blood as evidence she is alive. If Daniel here were to decapitate me at this very moment with his weapon, would I bleed? Yes. Would I be dead? Also yes. It's not just living people who bleed.
"You claim there is no evidence that is not circumstantial which can prove Daniel is the culprit. Well, that may be so, but he carries around that sword, which is enough to get him arrested this instant. It could easily be used as a murder weapon and then wiped clean. And again, even if he is not the culprit, he is still clearly breaking the law.
"You say that, because he cannot get a permit for his sword at his age, that I clearly cannot be an investigator and that you are able to keep silent no matter what I ask you. I have two qualms with this; I am eighteen. A fourth year. I'm no minor. Secondly, he already agreed to be questioned. He didn't have to agree, but he did. Unless there's something he wants to hide from me, then he has no reason to be quiet. Furthermore, if he's hiding something, that's all the more reason for me to investigate. If he has nothing to do with the crime, there should be nothing to hide.
"You act as if I have 'fancy words' and 'fancy ways' to turn this situation to my advantage. Okay, I'll roll with that. Although, my so-called 'fancy words' aren't what's helping me turn the situation, it's that anyone with a functioning brain would be able to come to the conclusions I've come to. We have a word for that. 'Logic.'
"You say I act as if I'm above the rules. In response, I ask you a question. Why am I the only one following them?
"According to your claims, I have no authority to be investigating this. Again, two qualms. I am in the detective club, that alone gives me reason to investigate. And if that's not enough for you, due to the way our country's legal system works, I am fully allowed to investigate this. I am also fully allowed to put Daniel under citizen's arrest due to carrying his illegal weapon without a warrant, but I'm being kind by choosing not to.
"Addressing your theory, the one that I'm the culprit trying to pin this on Daniel. I, for the third time, have two issues with this. The first being that only a true idiot would try to pin the crime on the most suspicious person. I'm pinning the crime on no one, and I have no reason to. The second issue is this: why would I kill a woman? I love women.
"Lastly, and this is less of a statement of yours and more of a threat of yours directed towards me, you say you'll call in an adult and say I'm harassing you. I see no reason why the adult wouldn't side with me. After all, I'm respectfully investigating this crime to discover the truth, something any real adult would find admirable. I've done nothing wrong. Noth-ing. That, and which of us is carrying an illegal weapon and whose side is he on, hmm? I could just as easily claim you were threatening me. It would have just as much credibility as your claims only it would be much easier to believe."
Takeshi stared for a few moments before continuing on to his conclusion.
"You may not believe me after all this, but I don't like having to point out everything wrong with what someone says, especially not a cute girl like yourself. I don't like the dirty jobs, I only do them because they must be done and Clarius appoints me to be the one to do them. If I could just get my information, I'd kindly be on my way. I don't want to be late, and I'm sure neither of you do either, correct? Just please. For all of us here. Just take the interview and let us all leave. I don't want to hold you longer than I have to, I don't wanna hold myself longer than I have to. I've already kept us all here long enough. Just answer the questions so we can all be on our way."
"You do realize," Takeshi began, turning in the direction of Shakuntala's voice but making sure he could still see Daniel. "That your testimony is not substantial evidence, right? You could easily be hiding something from me; from the sound of it, you were with him when the original crime occurred and here you are with him when the body turned up missing. It seems a bit fishy to me. And this whole 'stupider than you look' thing, do you truly believe it is stupid to question the most suspicious person? I have no information on the current situation, information to which both of you are privy. The only reason I can think of that you would deny being questioned was if you were to be covering something up. Perhaps you are correct, it may not be Daniel. In that case, maybe you were the culprit? There is absolutely no evidence supporting otherwise at the current moment beyond your claims."
"And you," he returned his gaze to Daniel. "There is a punishment in place by law for if you were to flee this interrogation. Do you recall last night when you agreed to be questioned? Well that agreement is binding. And another thing, I've let it slide until now, but I'd like to mention that the katana you carry is of far greater length than 15cm. Do you have permission from the prefectural public safety commission? Because if you do not, then I could easily turn you over to the authorities and you'd be facing two years in prison and 300,000 yen in fines. And don't tell me you do, there's no way in hell a minor could get permission."
"So!" Takeshi began addressing both of the others in the room. "I'd like to remind you both before we begin that I am the good cop in this situation. If you don't like me, you will not, I repeat, [i]not[i/] like my partner in law, Clarius. You cannot begin to imagine the kinds of things he would pull. All legal, too. And before you get any ideas, I've got him on speed dial. Number two. Now! Are we all ready to begin your questioning?"
Takeshi put his back to the door and smirked. He didn't like it when people instantly thought of him as conceited, but it was easy to use such a reaction to his benefit.
"And you," he returned his gaze to Daniel. "There is a punishment in place by law for if you were to flee this interrogation. Do you recall last night when you agreed to be questioned? Well that agreement is binding. And another thing, I've let it slide until now, but I'd like to mention that the katana you carry is of far greater length than 15cm. Do you have permission from the prefectural public safety commission? Because if you do not, then I could easily turn you over to the authorities and you'd be facing two years in prison and 300,000 yen in fines. And don't tell me you do, there's no way in hell a minor could get permission."
"So!" Takeshi began addressing both of the others in the room. "I'd like to remind you both before we begin that I am the good cop in this situation. If you don't like me, you will not, I repeat, [i]not[i/] like my partner in law, Clarius. You cannot begin to imagine the kinds of things he would pull. All legal, too. And before you get any ideas, I've got him on speed dial. Number two. Now! Are we all ready to begin your questioning?"
Takeshi put his back to the door and smirked. He didn't like it when people instantly thought of him as conceited, but it was easy to use such a reaction to his benefit.
Warriors of Cosmos have dibs on Malta. That's all they need.
Takeshi was a true master of keeping coffee in his mugs. There were many times in the past few minutes when it, by all means, should have splashed out and landed on something either staining or burning it. But it never happened, because the young man was just that magical.
These thoughts ran through his mind as he entered the nurse's office, following Daniel, and, upon sighting the blood, shut the door behind him and approached his junior, ready to give an interrogation.
Though, it should probably be explained how he came to be in this situation in the first place. It all began when he lacked sleep and, two mugs of coffee in hand, set off to give an interview to the man whom he was unable to send to Clarius the night before. That was Daniel. Once he reached the room in which Daniel resided, he knocked on the door. However, the instant his knuckles came into contact with said door, it was opened from the inside. This caused Takeshi to stumble backwards and go unnoticed by the person exiting the room; this was also Daniel.
When he stumbled, the coffee held within his two mugs flew up into the air and threatened to land on the hall floor. This would not have been a favorable outcome, so, in an act of godlike dexterity, Takeshi managed to catch the flying liquid in both mugs (still held in one hand) without spilling a drop. Wiping the sweat off of his brow, the young man looked in the direction in which Daniel had gone in an attempt to see where he was going and, hopefully, follow. Lucky for him, he noticed his target just before said target moved out of sight.
Needless to say, he gave chase.
Needless to say, as he gave chase, the coffee sloshed all around.
Needless to say, Takeshi always managed to catch it in either the mugs or his mouth.
Takeshi refused to let any coffee go to waste.
His pursuit of the young man led him to the nurse's office. It appeared as though Daniel had already entered, exited, told the young girl from the night before to go get help for some reason, and re-entered the office. It was at that moment that Takeshi entered the scene.
Blood.
The first thing Takeshi noticed upon following Daniel into one of the back rooms was the unmistakable scent of human blood. The slightly metallic, earthy scent was pervasive.
The next thing he noticed was the sight of blood. A pool of it on the cot and a trail leading to the window.
The third thing he noticed (and it shocked him how this was the third thing, seeing as how this was the reason he was here in the first place) was Daniel, looking out the window.
Needless to say, this was a very suspicious scene. Takeshi's normally whimsical, nonchalant mood turned serious in an instant. Something was up, and he didn't like it. He shut the door behind him, leading to the present. The tall, red-haired fourth year walked up to Daniel and set his coffee down. He spoke in a commanding tone that most who knew him would likely be somewhat surprised to hear.
"Care to explain what's going on here? You're not escaping an interview this time. I don't care if either of us are late to class, I'm student council vice president. I can come up with an excuse." Before Daniel could have a chance to speak, Takeshi spoke once more. "Anyway, I'll ask again. Care to explain?"
These thoughts ran through his mind as he entered the nurse's office, following Daniel, and, upon sighting the blood, shut the door behind him and approached his junior, ready to give an interrogation.
Though, it should probably be explained how he came to be in this situation in the first place. It all began when he lacked sleep and, two mugs of coffee in hand, set off to give an interview to the man whom he was unable to send to Clarius the night before. That was Daniel. Once he reached the room in which Daniel resided, he knocked on the door. However, the instant his knuckles came into contact with said door, it was opened from the inside. This caused Takeshi to stumble backwards and go unnoticed by the person exiting the room; this was also Daniel.
When he stumbled, the coffee held within his two mugs flew up into the air and threatened to land on the hall floor. This would not have been a favorable outcome, so, in an act of godlike dexterity, Takeshi managed to catch the flying liquid in both mugs (still held in one hand) without spilling a drop. Wiping the sweat off of his brow, the young man looked in the direction in which Daniel had gone in an attempt to see where he was going and, hopefully, follow. Lucky for him, he noticed his target just before said target moved out of sight.
Needless to say, he gave chase.
Needless to say, as he gave chase, the coffee sloshed all around.
Needless to say, Takeshi always managed to catch it in either the mugs or his mouth.
Takeshi refused to let any coffee go to waste.
His pursuit of the young man led him to the nurse's office. It appeared as though Daniel had already entered, exited, told the young girl from the night before to go get help for some reason, and re-entered the office. It was at that moment that Takeshi entered the scene.
Blood.
The first thing Takeshi noticed upon following Daniel into one of the back rooms was the unmistakable scent of human blood. The slightly metallic, earthy scent was pervasive.
The next thing he noticed was the sight of blood. A pool of it on the cot and a trail leading to the window.
The third thing he noticed (and it shocked him how this was the third thing, seeing as how this was the reason he was here in the first place) was Daniel, looking out the window.
Needless to say, this was a very suspicious scene. Takeshi's normally whimsical, nonchalant mood turned serious in an instant. Something was up, and he didn't like it. He shut the door behind him, leading to the present. The tall, red-haired fourth year walked up to Daniel and set his coffee down. He spoke in a commanding tone that most who knew him would likely be somewhat surprised to hear.
"Care to explain what's going on here? You're not escaping an interview this time. I don't care if either of us are late to class, I'm student council vice president. I can come up with an excuse." Before Daniel could have a chance to speak, Takeshi spoke once more. "Anyway, I'll ask again. Care to explain?"
The previous night, Takeshi had graciously left when asked. He knew just how important sleep could be.
Apparently, Clarius didn't.
That same night that Takeshi had left the room of those who he'd found after a long ordeal of searching, that same night that Takeshi wished more than anything to get a good night's sleep, that same night that Takeshi had flopped onto his bed the instant he returned to his room, Clarius refused to allow the poor young man to sleep. Of course, it was nothing like Clarius forcing his roommate to stay awake, no. It was unlikely that he even intended to mess up Takeshi's sleeping habits whatsoever. However, he had kept the light on the whole night and had stayed awake, formulating theories listening for any strange noises.
This kept Takeshi from getting his oh-so-dear hours of rest. And beyond even that, Claire had the nerve to, come morning, ask the poor red-haired fellow to return, in his stead, to the room he had just visited the night prior and conduct an interview with the man with whom Claire himself had intended to conduct an interview with. Basically, he was forcing Takeshi to be his little errand-boy.
But, Takeshi could understand why he would do this. He was treated like a slave by his sister on a daily basis. It was only natural to do the same to his close friend to regain some sense of control. Maybe.
Or maybe Clarius was just being an asshat. Either one was a possibility.
In the time Takeshi had taken to ponder these possibilities, he had arrived at the door leading to Daniel and Weisse's room. It was somewhat early in the morning. They might have been asleep. They both had weapons. Takeshi did not want to wake them. If he did, it would likely appear rude. Takeshi did not want to appear rude in front of two people who had weapons. All he had to fight with were two mugs (one read "World's Dumbest Brat"(given to him by his father last Christmas), the other "World's Sleaziest Douche"(to be given to his father the coming Christmas)) filled with a near-boiling black liquid that wafted a truly magnificent aroma.
Instant coffee.
Transplanting one of his mugs into his other hand, such that he was carrying both in his left and had his right open for use, he mustered up a great deal of courage, formulated a battle plan if he was double-teamed by armed teenagers (mostly involving hot coffee to the face and/or groin), reached out in front of him, and knocked on the door.
Apparently, Clarius didn't.
That same night that Takeshi had left the room of those who he'd found after a long ordeal of searching, that same night that Takeshi wished more than anything to get a good night's sleep, that same night that Takeshi had flopped onto his bed the instant he returned to his room, Clarius refused to allow the poor young man to sleep. Of course, it was nothing like Clarius forcing his roommate to stay awake, no. It was unlikely that he even intended to mess up Takeshi's sleeping habits whatsoever. However, he had kept the light on the whole night and had stayed awake, formulating theories listening for any strange noises.
This kept Takeshi from getting his oh-so-dear hours of rest. And beyond even that, Claire had the nerve to, come morning, ask the poor red-haired fellow to return, in his stead, to the room he had just visited the night prior and conduct an interview with the man with whom Claire himself had intended to conduct an interview with. Basically, he was forcing Takeshi to be his little errand-boy.
But, Takeshi could understand why he would do this. He was treated like a slave by his sister on a daily basis. It was only natural to do the same to his close friend to regain some sense of control. Maybe.
Or maybe Clarius was just being an asshat. Either one was a possibility.
In the time Takeshi had taken to ponder these possibilities, he had arrived at the door leading to Daniel and Weisse's room. It was somewhat early in the morning. They might have been asleep. They both had weapons. Takeshi did not want to wake them. If he did, it would likely appear rude. Takeshi did not want to appear rude in front of two people who had weapons. All he had to fight with were two mugs (one read "World's Dumbest Brat"(given to him by his father last Christmas), the other "World's Sleaziest Douche"(to be given to his father the coming Christmas)) filled with a near-boiling black liquid that wafted a truly magnificent aroma.
Instant coffee.
Transplanting one of his mugs into his other hand, such that he was carrying both in his left and had his right open for use, he mustered up a great deal of courage, formulated a battle plan if he was double-teamed by armed teenagers (mostly involving hot coffee to the face and/or groin), reached out in front of him, and knocked on the door.
I think I'll go with the Warriors of Cosmos from Dissidia Final Fantasy. Minus Vaan, plus Gilgamesh, of course. Vaan is a terrible person. Probably aligned with the Copenhagen Coalition, at least at first.
"Actually, I, personally have no questions for you. I, frankly, couldn't care less about your involvement with this, It's just that Clarius wants to see you. He's the one that wants to question you. I think you left before he was done. Or something." Takeshi shrugged nonchalantly when he finished speaking. It was then that he remembered he was supposed to text Claire with information after he found Katana-Dude. He held up a single finger to signify something like "gimme a sec" or something of the like and pulled out his phone. The text he began typing out quickly read as follows:
Yo. Found him. Was in his room. Was with a couple girls. Called me "-sama." Was also with roommate. Had sword too, but different kind. Telling him to go talk to you. May or may not go, but seems happy to answer questions. Pretty cooperative guy, it seems. -Your wingman Maetakeshi
P.S. Dealt with exes going door-to-door. Not fun. 3/10, would not do again.
He often signed his texts to Clarius in such a way. Takeshi was as close to a wingman as the poor slave could get. And he was a fan of portmanteaus, hence the combining of his family and given names. But that was irrelevant.
He looked up to signify he had finished the task on his phone and was ready for a response from Daniel.
Yo. Found him. Was in his room. Was with a couple girls. Called me "-sama." Was also with roommate. Had sword too, but different kind. Telling him to go talk to you. May or may not go, but seems happy to answer questions. Pretty cooperative guy, it seems. -Your wingman Maetakeshi
P.S. Dealt with exes going door-to-door. Not fun. 3/10, would not do again.
He often signed his texts to Clarius in such a way. Takeshi was as close to a wingman as the poor slave could get. And he was a fan of portmanteaus, hence the combining of his family and given names. But that was irrelevant.
He looked up to signify he had finished the task on his phone and was ready for a response from Daniel.
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