You're Gonna Go Far, Kid [Attn: Yako, Closed?]
CHARACTERS: Neuro, Yako
SUMMARY: Taking up the note on his journal post, Neuro goes to fill Yako in on things and see how long he can avoid her realizing he's human
PLACE: Yako's Apartment
TIME: Early morning. REALLY early. 3 am early.
WARNINGS: Neuro. ._. Probably less screaming and injury than previous threads!
Neuro was very fixed in his usual smile, but it wasn't quite sticking so well; between disappearing to the medics for apparently a couple -weeks-, but returning to find his room both repaired (unsurprising) and utterly rearranged was insult added to injury. This place was truly beginning to get on his nerves, in a way nobody but the Bloodline had previously achieved. It was getting to where he wasn't sure if it was a good thing to have Yako there, or another element of frustration and another factor to mind when he was working with far less resources than he'd ever had to work with.
The door slid open; it was almost disappointing. Picking the electronic lock would've been an interesting diversion from the monotony.
He crept in silently, glancing around to check for any signs of life; this was a time when usually the girl would be asleep, unless she was exceptionally agitated...
SUMMARY: Taking up the note on his journal post, Neuro goes to fill Yako in on things and see how long he can avoid her realizing he's human
PLACE: Yako's Apartment
TIME: Early morning. REALLY early. 3 am early.
WARNINGS: Neuro. ._. Probably less screaming and injury than previous threads!
Neuro was very fixed in his usual smile, but it wasn't quite sticking so well; between disappearing to the medics for apparently a couple -weeks-, but returning to find his room both repaired (unsurprising) and utterly rearranged was insult added to injury. This place was truly beginning to get on his nerves, in a way nobody but the Bloodline had previously achieved. It was getting to where he wasn't sure if it was a good thing to have Yako there, or another element of frustration and another factor to mind when he was working with far less resources than he'd ever had to work with.
The door slid open; it was almost disappointing. Picking the electronic lock would've been an interesting diversion from the monotony.
He crept in silently, glancing around to check for any signs of life; this was a time when usually the girl would be asleep, unless she was exceptionally agitated...