After checking the room thoroughly, he can definitely say there's really no way out of here. Ajax isn't about to give up, but for now there seems like there's nothing he can really do. Walking over to his bed, he sits down and slumps against the wall, sighing and running a hand through his hair. His head's a mess, wondering how on earth they could of possibly targeted them at the restaurant so quickly. No one knew- they'd just decided on an impulse to go the night before. Was the apartment bugged?
Yoimiya...she drifts back into his thoughts while trying to make sense of the situation. Where is she? Is she okay? Did they do anything terrible to her? Anger boils deep down in him thinking about it, knowing that that letter was addressed to her. They were after him, but he wouldn't put it past them to hurt Yoimiya too. Maybe doing the worst thing imaginable, hurting her just to get to him eventually.]
Yoimiya...
[He says her name softly to himself, cursing everything. He couldn't keep her safe, and now who knows what's happening to her. Shifting to make himself more comfortable, he feels the soreness in his arm, wondering what that was all about too. They either took a blood sample from him or they injected him with something...and there's no way to tell which right now.
He can't stop his thoughts from going a hundred miles a minute, going from trying to parse the restaurant to his arm and back to Yoimiya, worried sick about her. And all he can do is sit here until someone comes to get him.
Please let her be okay. I don't know what I'll do if she's hurt, or worse. Please...]
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After checking the room thoroughly, he can definitely say there's really no way out of here. Ajax isn't about to give up, but for now there seems like there's nothing he can really do. Walking over to his bed, he sits down and slumps against the wall, sighing and running a hand through his hair. His head's a mess, wondering how on earth they could of possibly targeted them at the restaurant so quickly. No one knew- they'd just decided on an impulse to go the night before. Was the apartment bugged?
Yoimiya...she drifts back into his thoughts while trying to make sense of the situation. Where is she? Is she okay? Did they do anything terrible to her? Anger boils deep down in him thinking about it, knowing that that letter was addressed to her. They were after him, but he wouldn't put it past them to hurt Yoimiya too. Maybe doing the worst thing imaginable, hurting her just to get to him eventually.]
Yoimiya...
[He says her name softly to himself, cursing everything. He couldn't keep her safe, and now who knows what's happening to her. Shifting to make himself more comfortable, he feels the soreness in his arm, wondering what that was all about too. They either took a blood sample from him or they injected him with something...and there's no way to tell which right now.
He can't stop his thoughts from going a hundred miles a minute, going from trying to parse the restaurant to his arm and back to Yoimiya, worried sick about her. And all he can do is sit here until someone comes to get him.
Please let her be okay. I don't know what I'll do if she's hurt, or worse. Please...]