[Mikado pauses and tugs the covers up over Kida, a random, fussy gesture that he halts halfway through, then finishes with a frown. I should have gotten rid of him a while ago. He's really throwing me off balance. But even as he thinks it, it's more in a resigned way. He knows there's no chance he can now and he decided he wouldn't already, so he might as well try to adjust to having Kida back in his life and throwing his emotions out of whack.]
...I missed you too. Don't disappear again.
[He pats the covers over Kida's shoulder and walks out to the living room. He said he'd stay so he will, but the first order of business is collecting one of Kida's pills and pocketing it. He'll need to give the drug to whoever he commissions to work on it, and likely he'll have to find a way to produce test subjects.]
[....Well the men in the hall might as well be a start, there. It'll double for interrogation, so that's two birds with one stone.]
[He sits in the windows, watching the streets below and contemplating the various projects he needs to do or look in on. What he can do about Kida, and the general business of Dollars.]
[Eventually, thoughts organized, he sits on the couch and closes his eyes. He means only to rest but finds himself slipping into a doze. Since he's a light sleeper, it doesn't bother him to let himself nap, he's confident no one will sneak up on him before he's awake and alert. And as he drops off his dreams involve walking down busier streets with his two best friends laughing about inconsequential, daily life.]
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[Mikado pauses and tugs the covers up over Kida, a random, fussy gesture that he halts halfway through, then finishes with a frown. I should have gotten rid of him a while ago. He's really throwing me off balance. But even as he thinks it, it's more in a resigned way. He knows there's no chance he can now and he decided he wouldn't already, so he might as well try to adjust to having Kida back in his life and throwing his emotions out of whack.]
...I missed you too. Don't disappear again.
[He pats the covers over Kida's shoulder and walks out to the living room. He said he'd stay so he will, but the first order of business is collecting one of Kida's pills and pocketing it. He'll need to give the drug to whoever he commissions to work on it, and likely he'll have to find a way to produce test subjects.]
[....Well the men in the hall might as well be a start, there. It'll double for interrogation, so that's two birds with one stone.]
[He sits in the windows, watching the streets below and contemplating the various projects he needs to do or look in on. What he can do about Kida, and the general business of Dollars.]
[Eventually, thoughts organized, he sits on the couch and closes his eyes. He means only to rest but finds himself slipping into a doze. Since he's a light sleeper, it doesn't bother him to let himself nap, he's confident no one will sneak up on him before he's awake and alert. And as he drops off his dreams involve walking down busier streets with his two best friends laughing about inconsequential, daily life.]