p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"span lang="EN-GB"Gajeel was speeding. The air was cold, not so cold that he would freeze. He didn't have his jacket so of course it would be cold. He hadn't want to risk wearing it, he didn't want to bring it into his home, not that he hated the smell of her. But he didn't want to go insane just yet. Now that the seed had been planted in her brain all he had to do was wait. If he could do that. He didn't know if he could. Gajeel slowed down a little just in time to make a left turn on to the exit. He wanted to go home, not only was he tired, he had something other he had to handle. All the tension from today had pooled itself inside of him and he needed a release. He needed to get home before he became unbearable. He didn't care that he had left the doors at the club open, he'd have to deal with the pres. if he was irritated by it. It wasn't that hard, he was an old man, but he could be scary at times. But a door here and there wouldn't mind them. They had other things on their mind. Gajeel drove faster and hurried home. He hadn't been this hard in a while. /span/p