| [Oct. 20th, 2009|05:37 pm] |
"Well, I never said I was unsubtle," Hiro tossed back, rummaging around in the brown paper bag and coming out with another pork bun and a smaller bag. He presented the latter to Ginta with a flourish and a small, pleased grin -- apparently he'd guessed right on the sweets -- and leaned against the left armrest of the recliner. "But they really just want me for my bloodline, and that's not easy to hide when active. I think, if they wanted an undercover debriefer, they'd ask someone else."
Hopefully, Hiro thought, that settled that. He didn't like people being uncomfortable around him, not after most of a lifetime training for undercover field missions and putting people at ease. Besides, like Ginta had said, he did want friends outside the department. And he certainly didn't want enemies. |
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