Nero opted to say nothing, instead turning in his chair. He was getting really agitated, really fast. The people were annoying, and no one had any leads on anything.
'A fucking pain...' he crossed his ankles, glaring into the food court. The chairs were neat, down and under their tables almost symmetrically. The food they'd gotten was hot and ready for eating. There wasn't any poison in them. Actually, it seemed like people were... actually eating here.
That girl, probably. Nero let the others do whatever they wished. He didn't feel like food at the moment.



LinkBack URL
About LinkBacks




Reply With Quote




Bookmarks