He's smart enough to know Arashi won't take a non-explanation for an answer. He could do it. He could blow the vampire off, risk the job he almost had, risk whatever the hell he wanted from Arashi, if he even knew. He's done this dance before. He knew how it ended.
Arashi pinches the bridge of his nose. Maybe someday he'll be able to offer someplace that isn't seedy or austere or unfamiliar or crawling with demons. It is not this day.
"In the nexus," he says eventually (and that will never feel right, ever, directions involving an interdimensional vortex; everything about this is wrong), "there's a white door with 400 on it in gold."
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Date: 2011-09-02 02:16 pm (UTC)He's smart enough to know Arashi won't take a non-explanation for an answer. He could do it. He could blow the vampire off, risk the job he almost had, risk whatever the hell he wanted from Arashi, if he even knew. He's done this dance before. He knew how it ended.
"I can't do this over the phone."
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Date: 2011-09-02 02:24 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-09-02 02:27 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-09-02 10:59 pm (UTC)"In the nexus," he says eventually (and that will never feel right, ever, directions involving an interdimensional vortex; everything about this is wrong), "there's a white door with 400 on it in gold."