Jan 19, 2009 17:42
[The apartment was a godawful mess following the beast's departure. Hojo did not knock on the door of the bedroom where Kira rested, merely pushed it open and closed it softly behind him. He had precious little time before Reeve finished gathering his senses and reordering the chaos Vincent had installed, and he needed to use this opportunity to its full advantage.
She appeared to be sleeping, the wound on her shoulder dressed, her condition stabilised. He cleared his throat.]
Miss Kira. We have to talk.