He stood in place for what had to be about 5 minutes, just staring into empty space. He finally shook his head and glanced around to gain his bearings, then began to stroll happily down the hallway. There was a small crinkle as his foot stepped on something; he looked down, realizing that she had forgotten one of her small packets. He picked it up flipping it in his hands, then finally settling on the front sheet.
"Metamorph..." he said the title to himself, thought for a bit, and turned to see if she was within sight. Sighing to himself, he pushed open the door to the bar and waltzed inside whistleing to himself. Spotting Kennith, also in uniform but with his matching tie, he sat down at the table pulling the chair out and sitting, propping his elbows on the table and placing his head in his hands while resuming his blank stare.
"I figured you'd have spotted her, wasn't in the best mood was she?" Kennith took a small sip of his wine, one of the small pleasures he gave himself to make things worth while.
"She wasn't? I didn't notice..." the man continued to stare blankly. Kennith gently placed his glass down staring at his little brother. Reaching over with his hand, he snapped his wrist and brought his palm against his siblings face.
"From your glare I assume that the clipboard thing worked." No response. Reaching over with his hand, he snapped his wrist and brought his palm against his siblings face. "Wake up boy, these things screw up your accuracy." he reached inside of his pocket and pulled out his watch, glancing at what time it was. "It's time." he threw a bag of peanuts spreading them over the table next to his brother. The "boy" snapped to attention and looked at his Kennith with interest, Then grinned.
"Nothing messes with my accuracy." He smiled as he flicked a peanut, sending it flying against a second that somehow jumped off the table pinning Kennith in the middle of his forehead. Kennith grinned as well as he took another sip of his wine, and then stood walking to the door with Vincent not far behind.
"All I'm saying is that it would be a shame if the Valentine name went to hell because the shiny new recruit couldn't cut it." he pushed open the bar door.
"Well I'm sure the Vincent Valentine name will high on the charts for a while, but Kennith? He was nothin special."
"Metamorph..." he said the title to himself, thought for a bit, and turned to see if she was within sight. Sighing to himself, he pushed open the door to the bar and waltzed inside whistleing to himself. Spotting Kennith, also in uniform but with his matching tie, he sat down at the table pulling the chair out and sitting, propping his elbows on the table and placing his head in his hands while resuming his blank stare.
"I figured you'd have spotted her, wasn't in the best mood was she?" Kennith took a small sip of his wine, one of the small pleasures he gave himself to make things worth while.
"She wasn't? I didn't notice..." the man continued to stare blankly. Kennith gently placed his glass down staring at his little brother. Reaching over with his hand, he snapped his wrist and brought his palm against his siblings face.
"From your glare I assume that the clipboard thing worked." No response. Reaching over with his hand, he snapped his wrist and brought his palm against his siblings face. "Wake up boy, these things screw up your accuracy." he reached inside of his pocket and pulled out his watch, glancing at what time it was. "It's time." he threw a bag of peanuts spreading them over the table next to his brother. The "boy" snapped to attention and looked at his Kennith with interest, Then grinned.
"Nothing messes with my accuracy." He smiled as he flicked a peanut, sending it flying against a second that somehow jumped off the table pinning Kennith in the middle of his forehead. Kennith grinned as well as he took another sip of his wine, and then stood walking to the door with Vincent not far behind.
"All I'm saying is that it would be a shame if the Valentine name went to hell because the shiny new recruit couldn't cut it." he pushed open the bar door.
"Well I'm sure the Vincent Valentine name will high on the charts for a while, but Kennith? He was nothin special."