[How kind of her to give him a head start. Hadn't she hung up already, Saito would be probably voicing out that thought now.
Thirty minutes should even be enough for him to get there before she does; but lying in wait for an ambush in a wide open place like the beach only lowers his chances of catching her off guard, considering she already has every reason to keep her guard up around him, especially now. She's not the brightest brat out there, but she likely knows a grudge can push him to even more extreme extents.
In fact, the prospect of getting back at her without needing to hold back even lifts his sour mood somewhat, awakening memories of the thrill that would often precede the explosion of raw glee when he took a human life. There is a distant buzz in some nook of his mind in response to that memory, accompanied by a stinging sensation that seems to stem from within his head. He pushes the thought and memory aside for now, to avoid the pesky interventions. Just another side-effect of death in this realm.
Thirty minutes is more than enough time for him to get out of bed, grab the Evolver and his knife, and get ready to leave the room. Then make his way towards the appointed place, and loiter around a couple of minutes in some corner of the town to pass time before heading to "meet" the cyan haired girl.
This is shaping up to be a wonderful idea so far.]
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Thirty minutes should even be enough for him to get there before she does; but lying in wait for an ambush in a wide open place like the beach only lowers his chances of catching her off guard, considering she already has every reason to keep her guard up around him, especially now. She's not the brightest brat out there, but she likely knows a grudge can push him to even more extreme extents.
In fact, the prospect of getting back at her without needing to hold back even lifts his sour mood somewhat, awakening memories of the thrill that would often precede the explosion of raw glee when he took a human life. There is a distant buzz in some nook of his mind in response to that memory, accompanied by a stinging sensation that seems to stem from within his head. He pushes the thought and memory aside for now, to avoid the pesky interventions. Just another side-effect of death in this realm.
Thirty minutes is more than enough time for him to get out of bed, grab the Evolver and his knife, and get ready to leave the room. Then make his way towards the appointed place, and loiter around a couple of minutes in some corner of the town to pass time before heading to "meet" the cyan haired girl.
This is shaping up to be a wonderful idea so far.]