Tokyo, Japan. Next Day, Kouch Yama Hotel.
Dōjima hadn't laughed this much in AGES.
"So she burned the guy's hair off?" Nagira asked, doubled-over in amusement.
"Hai! She sure did! If she's not wearing her glasses, she'll set just about anything on fire!" Dōjima shared between fits of giggles, although her eyes snapped to the side at the sound of the door opening. Her hand didn't go to her Walther - yet - only because she had recognized the tread of the footsteps outside in the hallway. "Considering he's your big brother, Amon, this geezer's pretty cool." He reminded her of Reno, in a way, but Dōjima wasn't going to go into that with the brothers.
"Who you calling a geezer?" Nagira shot back.
Amon, for his part, remained stony and silent as he marched into the room, not acknowledging either of them, or the grocery bag he carried.
Jerk.
"Well, go ahead and continue last night's heart-to-heart," she sang, pushing off the wall she'd been leaning against. "I'll get out of your hair, ne? Bye bye!"
"See you, Yurika-chan!" Nagira called back, waving after her. "You, me, and Robin ought to go for barbeque sometime..."
The door clicked shut behind her, and he sighed, deflating slightly before the sounds of voices resumed dimly behind the door as she walked away.
Good thing she'd planted those bugs in the room, huh? Gods, Dōjima loved her job sometimes.
She didn't even have to wait a half-hour before the black car with tinted windows pulled out of the underground garage, and Dōjima watched, waiting for it to get far enough ahead of her for her to start her own engine.
What she wasn't expecting was the side-door to open, and Nagira to help himself to the passenger seat. Great spywork, Dōjima. Lock the damn doors next time. "Hey! What do you think you're doing?" she snapped as he settled in.
"You're tailing Amon, right?" he asked, tossing her a slight smirk.
"Wrong answer," she said, putting her hands on the wheel. "Guess you can't trust a lawyer's intuition."
Oh yes, Nagira. Dōjima had been doing some digging while she listened in on your conversation with Amon. She was with Intelligence, thank you very much.
"Hey, don't talk like that!" Nagira countered. "Where are you going, then?"
"Factory," she stated simply.
"Factory?!?" Nagira clearly couldn't decide if she was nuts, brave, or just plain out of her mind, and Dōjima threw him a smirk of her own.
"What, want out?"
"Mo?" He blinked at her for a moment, then leaned back in the seat. "Nah. Hit it."
[OOC: NFB, NFI, etc...]
"So she burned the guy's hair off?" Nagira asked, doubled-over in amusement.
"Hai! She sure did! If she's not wearing her glasses, she'll set just about anything on fire!" Dōjima shared between fits of giggles, although her eyes snapped to the side at the sound of the door opening. Her hand didn't go to her Walther - yet - only because she had recognized the tread of the footsteps outside in the hallway. "Considering he's your big brother, Amon, this geezer's pretty cool." He reminded her of Reno, in a way, but Dōjima wasn't going to go into that with the brothers.
"Who you calling a geezer?" Nagira shot back.
Amon, for his part, remained stony and silent as he marched into the room, not acknowledging either of them, or the grocery bag he carried.
Jerk.
"Well, go ahead and continue last night's heart-to-heart," she sang, pushing off the wall she'd been leaning against. "I'll get out of your hair, ne? Bye bye!"
"See you, Yurika-chan!" Nagira called back, waving after her. "You, me, and Robin ought to go for barbeque sometime..."
The door clicked shut behind her, and he sighed, deflating slightly before the sounds of voices resumed dimly behind the door as she walked away.
Good thing she'd planted those bugs in the room, huh? Gods, Dōjima loved her job sometimes.
She didn't even have to wait a half-hour before the black car with tinted windows pulled out of the underground garage, and Dōjima watched, waiting for it to get far enough ahead of her for her to start her own engine.
What she wasn't expecting was the side-door to open, and Nagira to help himself to the passenger seat. Great spywork, Dōjima. Lock the damn doors next time. "Hey! What do you think you're doing?" she snapped as he settled in.
"You're tailing Amon, right?" he asked, tossing her a slight smirk.
"Wrong answer," she said, putting her hands on the wheel. "Guess you can't trust a lawyer's intuition."
Oh yes, Nagira. Dōjima had been doing some digging while she listened in on your conversation with Amon. She was with Intelligence, thank you very much.
"Hey, don't talk like that!" Nagira countered. "Where are you going, then?"
"Factory," she stated simply.
"Factory?!?" Nagira clearly couldn't decide if she was nuts, brave, or just plain out of her mind, and Dōjima threw him a smirk of her own.
"What, want out?"
"Mo?" He blinked at her for a moment, then leaned back in the seat. "Nah. Hit it."
[OOC: NFB, NFI, etc...]