– Don’t feed his ego, it’s barely fitting in here as it is.
– And will my ego get a drink? Oh dear keeper of ale’s?
– Did you drive here?
– Since when do you care about that?
– Since you’re giving him a ride too. – Sorel pointed a glass at Isao – I could care less if you end up on a lamp-pole, but I don’t want him to get in that mess you call driving.
– You only got a ride from me one – Aiji protested.
– Yeah, I deliberately avoid it at all cost. – Sorel glared at him.
Chapter I – Part 3
– What’s that?
– Well, for your information, in the guitar case, there is a guitar. – Aiji answered sarcastically.
– Okay, let me rephrase that, why is there a guitar with you?
– You’ll see. – Aiji flashed him a grin.
Chapter I – Part 2
It took a hour and a half, Aiji noted, but it worked. He had them sit in the dark, putting on a movie (a very boring one), waiting silently for Isaac to lull his head, then lay down on the couch. Aiji let out a breath – finally – and he reached for the blanket at the end of the seat, tucking in the boy who was not taking steady breaths. What he did not anticipate when he got up to leave was a hand clutching his shirt for dear life.