The door swings open to the info room, as Shiromi slides in, smirking, before closing it as if it was never open.
"Hey! Info - chizzle! How's the market going!?" Shiromi yells, as info - Chan doesn't even acknowledge her existence.
Shiromi giggles and walks closer, avoiding the snakes of wires and mountains of unlooked at files.
Info carries on typing, already aware that Shiromi won't leave, no matter how much she tries.
"What do you want torayoshi? I'm busy." Info warns, pushing her glasses up, as Shiromi leans over her shoulder.
"Nothing, just wanted to wander here. So computer - Chan, have anything about osana dying?" Shiromi grins, as info remains solemn, and holds no care in the world.
"My clients and work is classified to me and the client, so I cannot say if I did or not. So, if that's all your here for, leave. You have a meeting do you not." Info replies,. Before typing away again, not bothering to glance at Shiromi, who stands up straight and pauses, glancing around the mess that is the room.
"Gonna break your neck computer-chan." Shiromi smirks, before making her way back to the doors, trying not to break any bones herself.
Info stops typing, and turns around, he glasses shielded by the glare of the computer screens. "Actually. I have a question, about you and the enforcer." She grins, as Shiromi stops, smirking over her shoulder, knowing it was going to be brought up.
"Oh so I have your attention? How strange. Seems your pretty close to her." Info adds, crossing her legs as she sits up against the chair, leaving Shiromi to merely smirk, knowing how she works.
"Aw so your little client wants to know? Or are you jealous?" Shiromi replies, as info watches carefully, waiting for the right moment.
"Must hurt right now. Doesn't it. I must say however, your skills of hiding pain far exceeds what even I expected." Info grins with malicious intents. Shiromi pauses, unsure of this strategy info suddenly has.
"Man, why you gotta ruin it! It's fun, having others be confused!" Shiromi yells, the normal childish behaviour returns however a slight encroachment of anxiety hits her as well.
Info shrugs, remaining seated. "Such a shame. How long will it take for both of you to realise. Until you finally die, and the correlation hits you?" Info pushes her glasses up, sending a shine across Shiromis face for a split second.
What. What correlation? How has dragon-chan gotta do about anything, cept it now hurts even more?
Info tilts he head slightly to the left, before moving it back, knowing she has her on the bait. So easy. I may know nothing about you, but your just like everyone else. Almost like aishi.
"So you don't see it. How interesting. To think a young woman of your intelligence is troubled by a disease cured by your soul mates confession." Info adds, leaning towards slightly, wanting to see the shock on Shiromis face.
However it doesn't come, and Shiromi looks at info with the classic smirk. "Nah I know. But it's not dragon-chan. Why would it be. I'm dying quicker now because of her." Shiromi replies, before walking out of the room, leaving info to snicker and go back to her work.
How cliche. Only on her deathbed will she finally figure it out.
Info types away, whilst glancing at the cameras set up by ayano, one being in the council room itself, as the others leave for their patol
*Le time skip cause I'm lazy*
classes finally settle down, as everyone's teachers start lecturing on their work.
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the luck of the tiger( Dis Continued)
Fanfiction(yes. this is a ryugoshi cause idk) I need mental help I swear. le plot: a few weeks, and everything seems fine. the council see only ayano as a problem. but, as if the timer had ran out, shiromi suddenly gains a mythical disease only told in folkl...
