His medication must have burned off with the use of rage earlier in the palace. There was no other explanation. Nothing else that could explain why did he feel such visceral anger at the blank gaze and the shadows that surrounded her. So much fucking white. He hates it. He hates it so much, every inch within him wanting to claw at his brain and turn off that senseless screeching threatening to make him erupt.
The shadow melts into the ground, not really even giving him the chance to shoot that damn scientist down.
"Just fucking leave already," he grunts in anger as he pushes himself off the wall and walks the other way. "I have no interest in seeing that doll-like face of yours."
Once he's sure no one's watching, aside from Doc, probably- there's Akane's text, asking him how long it is going to take him and Kuon to make it to the lab again. Or how long their break is supposed to be...if it even felt like one. He was on so much edge and then that woman just had to get close-
Safe room. There's this distortion which feels lighter here. He shuffles inside and waits, thankful for none of the cameras in this section of the palace as he falls back onto the plush sofa and removes his jacket. The decanter is there- hovering in the inner pocket as he picks it up and leans back, chugging the whiskey as he shakes his head.
What the hell is happening to him? His life never had this much...noise before. There was silence and the utterance of orders. What is he doing here, drinking about the fact that he was violent against Kuon Ichinose of all people?
Akane's calling.
He hangs up the call.
He grabs the medicine strapped to his waist- procuring the syringe as he refills it carefully. Fingers shaking, he rolls up his sleeves and finds the port attached to the area just above his elbow. Slipping the needle in, he injects it directly into his system. The one on his neck always hurt like a bitch even when he injected himself during emergencies.
The high leaves, error messages coming and collapsing before his eyes as he relaxes on the sofa. Honestly? He wouldn't even mind sleeping here.
Just...needs to collect his thoughts a little...about everything.
Meanwhile somewhere in whatever part of the palace, Ichinose lingered, her phone rang.
tw: syringes, drug...injection?
The shadow melts into the ground, not really even giving him the chance to shoot that damn scientist down.
"Just fucking leave already," he grunts in anger as he pushes himself off the wall and walks the other way. "I have no interest in seeing that doll-like face of yours."
Once he's sure no one's watching, aside from Doc, probably- there's Akane's text, asking him how long it is going to take him and Kuon to make it to the lab again. Or how long their break is supposed to be...if it even felt like one. He was on so much edge and then that woman just had to get close-
Safe room. There's this distortion which feels lighter here. He shuffles inside and waits, thankful for none of the cameras in this section of the palace as he falls back onto the plush sofa and removes his jacket. The decanter is there- hovering in the inner pocket as he picks it up and leans back, chugging the whiskey as he shakes his head.
What the hell is happening to him? His life never had this much...noise before. There was silence and the utterance of orders. What is he doing here, drinking about the fact that he was violent against Kuon Ichinose of all people?
Akane's calling.
He hangs up the call.
He grabs the medicine strapped to his waist- procuring the syringe as he refills it carefully. Fingers shaking, he rolls up his sleeves and finds the port attached to the area just above his elbow. Slipping the needle in, he injects it directly into his system. The one on his neck always hurt like a bitch even when he injected himself during emergencies.
The high leaves, error messages coming and collapsing before his eyes as he relaxes on the sofa. Honestly? He wouldn't even mind sleeping here.
Just...needs to collect his thoughts a little...about everything.
Meanwhile somewhere in whatever part of the palace, Ichinose lingered, her phone rang.