— you wake him and the Missus.
And one last thing!
In case you get hungry, there’s breakfast waiting for you in the caf’. Feel free to help yourselves! ”
Although Satoru had sent for Yuji, the pink-headed teen’s arrival had been a bit of surprise to him. Mouth hanging open, as he looked for any sign of his chauffeur who was most likely on a wild goose chase by now. “ Where’s the— ” his jaw unslacks in —
— last words but with his back faced towards the pair, as he undertook one step after the other.
“ Megumi’s upstairs sleeping like a baby. He’d be right alongside you, but he’s got a pre-tty big mission to look forward to, soon. Try not to be so loud that —
— magic trick? Y’know, get my attention to go elsewhere, while pulling an ace of hearts out of my mouth or something. At least… that’s where I hope you’ll pull it from. ”
“ Well, of course I can see you— you’re standing there speaking to me, aren’t you? ”
The man questions from a relaxed seating upon a sidewalk bench. His daily dose of sun, now blocked by the stranger. “ Or is this some kind of misdirection setup for a —
The December chill crept its’ way inside the dojo as if it were invited. Freezing over the tatami mats layered underneath just enough for an active pair of feet to motion for its’ banishment. “ That’s enough of that. ” remarked the man between stints of —
— inside the Gojō Compound, but with less of a possibility to connect through boyish means. That was when the idea of a spar dawned upon him and while it lacked the feminine grace and appeal that she might’ve been accustomed to, perhaps that was for the —