Yuri Petrov ☩ 001
[Backdated to August 20]
Who: fiveminutefail and blazinglunatic
Where: Somni
Style: First
Status: Closed
[Seated on the edge of a fountain in the Shopping district, Yuri smooths out a wrinkle in his new sport coat, thankful that Mozart pointed him in the direction of Somario Armani. A polished briefcase sits at his feet, the clothes he arrived in (as well as the weapons he arrived with) packed nicely inside.
He isn't looking forward to spending time with Kotetsu T. Kaburagi, otherwise known as Wild Tiger, outside of the courtroom, as he isn't particularly fond of breaking his carefully constructed barrier between his professional life and his private life... But he knew that he had no other choice. The man, simple as he may be, is (and likely will always be) persistent.
He glances down at the small Dreamberry in his hand - Kotetsu is 15 minutes late. Again, this didn't come as a surprise to the judge, seeing as Kotetsu did not have the best track record for arriving to his court dates before they were slated to begin.]
You've five more minutes, Kaburagi.
[He pushes a stray piece of hair out of his face and sighs, folding his arms across his chest. This is ridiculous... Why did he ever agree to such a thing?]
Who: fiveminutefail and blazinglunatic
Where: Somni
Style: First
Status: Closed
[Seated on the edge of a fountain in the Shopping district, Yuri smooths out a wrinkle in his new sport coat, thankful that Mozart pointed him in the direction of Somario Armani. A polished briefcase sits at his feet, the clothes he arrived in (as well as the weapons he arrived with) packed nicely inside.
He isn't looking forward to spending time with Kotetsu T. Kaburagi, otherwise known as Wild Tiger, outside of the courtroom, as he isn't particularly fond of breaking his carefully constructed barrier between his professional life and his private life... But he knew that he had no other choice. The man, simple as he may be, is (and likely will always be) persistent.
He glances down at the small Dreamberry in his hand - Kotetsu is 15 minutes late. Again, this didn't come as a surprise to the judge, seeing as Kotetsu did not have the best track record for arriving to his court dates before they were slated to begin.]
You've five more minutes, Kaburagi.
[He pushes a stray piece of hair out of his face and sighs, folding his arms across his chest. This is ridiculous... Why did he ever agree to such a thing?]