[Tohru had come to pick him up just that morning, from Cisco's house. He had already been ready to go nearly an hour before his father came - the former Assassin of the Searing Wind had been courteous enough to inform him.
Suffice to say, he had crashed and crashed hard as soon as he found himself back in the home that he and Alistair Mordechai still shared. It's about 2 PM, now, and he's up again, feeling significantly better --
-- physically, anyway. Emotions are a whole new thing to consider altogether.
Either way, he's sitting by the pool behind the house, dressed down in a hakama, smoking from one of his favorite pipes. No one else is home, but the doors are open, as always, for the Zashiki-Warashi operatives who have taken it upon themselves to maintain the place. They don't bother him, though. They respect the Blade King's space.
Waking the Dead 2.0 || April 19, 2063 || Here's to a new habit.
Suffice to say, he had crashed and crashed hard as soon as he found himself back in the home that he and Alistair Mordechai still shared. It's about 2 PM, now, and he's up again, feeling significantly better --
-- physically, anyway. Emotions are a whole new thing to consider altogether.
Either way, he's sitting by the pool behind the house, dressed down in a hakama, smoking from one of his favorite pipes. No one else is home, but the doors are open, as always, for the Zashiki-Warashi operatives who have taken it upon themselves to maintain the place. They don't bother him, though. They respect the Blade King's space.
Good. He has a lot to think about.]