[Of course, Hikaru was blissfully unaware of the fact that someone was looking for him. He had done his damage, hadn't he? Most people in Netsach made it a habit not to bother him while he was on the estate grounds unless it was really important, and he at least liked to think that the few who might have were pissed off enough not to bother.
This might be behind the reason why Hikaru didn't end up retreating to "safer" territory, like his conspiracy's own power bases on Philippine soil, or Hell, even his own room in the Manor. Then again, while he was loathe to admit it, he needed a familiar but public place to chill the fuck out. Today's events had left a sour taste in his mouth.
So there's the Blade King, all alone at the table that was always set aside for Malice Kings like himself. He's armed with his laptop, an ashtray, lots of cigarettes, and music. It was past dinner and bordering on 'decent' to 'almost late'; there weren't a lot of other people hanging around. A good thing, that.
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This might be behind the reason why Hikaru didn't end up retreating to "safer" territory, like his conspiracy's own power bases on Philippine soil, or Hell, even his own room in the Manor. Then again, while he was loathe to admit it, he needed a familiar but public place to chill the fuck out. Today's events had left a sour taste in his mouth.
So there's the Blade King, all alone at the table that was always set aside for Malice Kings like himself. He's armed with his laptop, an ashtray, lots of cigarettes, and music. It was past dinner and bordering on 'decent' to 'almost late'; there weren't a lot of other people hanging around. A good thing, that.
He'd be fine tomorrow. He'd make sure of it.]