“Wow.” Noah’s eyes were wide in shock and awe. “That’s a lot of cupcakes.”
I blew my bangs from my face as I mixed another batch. “Still not enough for all of Avalon.”
“There are three hundred agents in Avalon,” he commented as he examined a nearby tray of cupcakes. “I don’t think your apartment can hold that many, no matter how big it is.”
I gave him a Look. I was well aware of how many people are employed at Avalon. “I will be giving these to my department first.”( "That's favoritism," he teased.Collapse )
But then it redirected me to Facebook and all I could do was just stare in silence for a few seconds, wondering if this was the real life.
You crafty bastard, you.
I was in Tokyo in order to meet with Akito Enomoto as the man had insisted on giving the files in person; apparently, he did not want to risk it being hacked if he sent it over the network. I had already been here for two days, waiting for him to finish avoiding his pursuers as he came from Kyoto. He was a very paranoid man, but I should expect that from someone who was being chased for designing a machine for memory manipulation; I could name several who would want to have that in their hands.
“How’s Tokyo, Maddy?” Noah asked as we video-chatted. I was currently in my hotel, awaiting the call from Enomoto.( "Same as usual."Collapse )
“It’s February. Why the hell is it so cold?” Drew complained as we walked to the mission debriefing room. “And it’s snowing. Why?!”
“At least it is not windy,” I said, trying to comfort her.
She turned to me with suspicion. “Was that your doing?”
I blinked, surprised. “You noticed?”
“Wait, really? I was just kidding!” she exclaimed, eyes wide.( "Oh."Collapse )
A year had almost passed since I was marked by Death. Lying on my back on the sofa, I stared at my hand as I held it up against the light. With a heavy sigh, I covered my face with my arm.
I heard the door open. “I’m home.”
I sat up, leaning against the back of the sofa. “Welcome home.”( "Eh?"Collapse )
My boyfriend knows what I like best: Pokemon plushies.
On one of her complete days off (no school and no work), I invited my best friend to lunch with me. A sort of peace offering. She accepted, and here we were, eating at a bistro and catching up.
“You are completely crazy!” Drew exclaimed with a laugh.
“And yet you do not protest,” I remarked with a smirk.
She waved her hand dismissively. “Details, details. Besides, there are worse guys out there to be dating.”
I sipped my coffee. “So… are you still mad?”
“Nah,” she said, chewing on her burger. “Can’t be mad at you. You always have a reason for everything you do. I might not always understand it, but I trust you.”
“Thank you,” I said, smiling.( "You know he almost sliced my hair off last time, right?"Collapse )