07-17-2013, 04:37 AM
While Kioshi was in the middle of preparing lunch and Michio was still outside checking out the grounds, the front door of the mansion pulled open and was held by Chamber, the personal driver. An old woman somewhere in her early eighties walked into the front foyer and smirked as she looked down and saw a tell-tale set of large unusual shoes that Michio had taken off when first getting there. So he was still into such habits even in a western style house. How cute. She’d find it even cuter when she found out he was wandering around outside barefoot with his socks tucked in his back pockets.
Just a slip of a thing, the old woman was short and slim but she had taken great care of herself so that there was no stoop to the way she stood. Despite her age, her skin was youthful enough that people swore she was still in her late sixties, a compliment she greatly adored. Even after all these years, she had kept her light grayed hair long and smooth, and now had it tied up in a bun with a decorative golden comb tucked into it’s side.
Instead of the usual next door grammy, she had a formidable presence that could easily command a room, and she strode through the house on small air light steps. She found one of the people she was looking for, in the kitchen preparing their meal. It made her smile that playful smile of hers before she announced her presence.
“Kiki-kun, have you been a good boy and looking after my Grandson?”
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A vein popped on Noboru’s light brow as the other turned his words around on to him. He wanted to snap at the other that it was a damn employees job to ask if other’s needed help, but he forced a tense smile onto his face instead.
“People buy those books because they happen to be a -bestseller- because they are interesting and build up a really great story with just enough twists and turns. They are full of romance and intrigue but also action and mystery! They are the perfect books! Why don’t you buy one and see for yourself. I can show you where the first book is.”
Noboru was grinning through his clentched teeth up at the ‘customer’, but suddenly frowned as he realized exactly what the other had said.
“Wait.. the author, not the books? Do you.. do you know Hanai Michio??!?”
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