Post by Bobbie on Apr 24, 2022 10:43:52 GMT -5
Lassa’s brief description of events that simply ‘got weird’ elicited a slow nod from the former policeman, his eyes narrowed every so slightly in scepticism - but, he said that he got the job done and Simon seemed to accept that for an answer.
His gaze followed Lassa’s to the window, seeing how far the sun had risen. Sighing, he looked at Lassa again, wishing he had woken up earlier to spend more time together before it was time to leave. Now everything was rushed and before he’d know it, Lassa would be gone for who knows how long. Saddened that this was goodbye, it was harder for Simon to smile and only nodded for the most part to everything that was being said, his eyes following Lassa’s movements from the toast, to the napkin, to his mouth, the container and then to his bag.
Standing up when he did, he intended to see him out, and that would be it. He did not expect Lassa to lean over and kiss his cheek - and then wink at him! His face grew red as his body felt like it could melt into a puddle right there and then, and a wide grin finally appeared on Simon’s face, speechless until Lassa reached the window.
“See you later.” he replied as Lassa fell backwards out of his window. One moment later, he found himself running to the window to shout after him, “Take care of yourself!”
Simon stood there, watching as Lassa made his way down to a nearby alley, his toast abandoned on the table. He stared at the man’s figure until he couldn’t see him anymore, and his gaze still lingered on the spot that he last could, while his mind went over a couple of details of last night’s events. He couldn’t for the life of him figure out how this happened to him of all people, but there wasn’t an ounce of regret in him that it did.
Interrupted by his Den Den Mushi, he turned to go and answer it, a smile still fresh on his face and in a chipper tone. “Simon Rickshaw... yes? Today?” It seemed he would be getting started at that new position of private eye with the Stratonovskis earlier than expected. “I will be there in thirty minutes, Sir.”
His gaze followed Lassa’s to the window, seeing how far the sun had risen. Sighing, he looked at Lassa again, wishing he had woken up earlier to spend more time together before it was time to leave. Now everything was rushed and before he’d know it, Lassa would be gone for who knows how long. Saddened that this was goodbye, it was harder for Simon to smile and only nodded for the most part to everything that was being said, his eyes following Lassa’s movements from the toast, to the napkin, to his mouth, the container and then to his bag.
Standing up when he did, he intended to see him out, and that would be it. He did not expect Lassa to lean over and kiss his cheek - and then wink at him! His face grew red as his body felt like it could melt into a puddle right there and then, and a wide grin finally appeared on Simon’s face, speechless until Lassa reached the window.
“See you later.” he replied as Lassa fell backwards out of his window. One moment later, he found himself running to the window to shout after him, “Take care of yourself!”
Simon stood there, watching as Lassa made his way down to a nearby alley, his toast abandoned on the table. He stared at the man’s figure until he couldn’t see him anymore, and his gaze still lingered on the spot that he last could, while his mind went over a couple of details of last night’s events. He couldn’t for the life of him figure out how this happened to him of all people, but there wasn’t an ounce of regret in him that it did.
Interrupted by his Den Den Mushi, he turned to go and answer it, a smile still fresh on his face and in a chipper tone. “Simon Rickshaw... yes? Today?” It seemed he would be getting started at that new position of private eye with the Stratonovskis earlier than expected. “I will be there in thirty minutes, Sir.”
Simon: #d2ce2f