Thrill of Anticipation
Waiting in their shared hotel rooms for the moyashi was always the best and the worst of anticipation.
The heat and nervousness that curled together in his stomach making him restless and irritable.
It was impossible to calm down, meditation, sword katas, re-reading their mission briefings, nothing worked. His attention was downstairs with the moyashi, finishing his impossibly large meal, or interrogating the innkeeper or sloughing off the grime and sweat of the road in the baths.
It pissed him off right up until the moment that the door clicked open and the waiting was over. Then all that was left was to burn off all the built up heat, and that was always fucking awesome.
Song: Get this Party Started – P!nk