♕ ᴇᴅɢᴀʀ (machinism) wrote in drawpoints, @ 2015-07-19 04:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | edgar figaro, sabin figaro |
WHO: Edgar Figaro + Sabin Figaro + Open to reactions
WHAT: 'cause baby now we got baaad blood (hey!)
WHERE: Sabin Figaro's dorm room.
WHEN: Afternoon of Saturday, July 18, after the phone call.
WARNINGS: Language, potential violence.
Edgar Figaro never returned to his shareholders' meeting after the call. Someone who cared to know would ask about his sudden absence but if any of them were like Cid Kramer who had his Warker feed constantly on his HyPad, the answer would be staring at them at the face. And it was trending, too! One or two might shake their heads. Edgar can't hope to keep his beloved twin in the palm of his hands! And to let it affect his responsibilities? Unprofessional, simply unprofessional! They could say that...
But to them, Edgar would say fuck yourselves and your mistresses.
His phone screen was still on Sabin's contact details as he marched in and out of halls, glaring at the space before him and whatever happened to have the misfortune of passing it. Clandestine affairs were well and good and in any given occasion, Edgar Figaro really should be laughing and applauding his twin for following his footsteps but what was with the silence? What couldn't he tell him over the phone? What couldn't he tell him for two weeks? Was it so terrible a secret that he had to lie to his own flesh and blood? And now that shit had hit the fan, who was there to clean it up?
Who else indeed?
Edgar welcomed himself to Sabin's room and slammed the door shut. "You have exactly two minutes to tell me what the fuck this is all about if you care about your woman at all."