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“Mission accomplished.” A platinum-haired woman put on her sunglasses back while smirking contentedly. She walked towards a car elegantly, getting in first. A few steps behind, her partner followed, putting a sly smile on his face.
“Not quite yet. We need to perfect the plan. It’s a good thing that the target is completely oblivious towards our scheme” The man, codenamed Bourbon, reminded his partner. He observed her through his eye corner. The woman called Vermouth flipped her wavy long hair, not keen on whatever the other just said.
“Sure”, she replied nonchalantly. She pulled out a cigarette, lit it. “Gimme a minute”, said she, casually smoking her cigarette.
Bourbon indifferently shrugged his shoulders, looking outside the car window. Soon after, a vibration came from his right pocket. ‘The Amuro Tooru’s one’ , thought he inwardly then grabbed it. He unlocked it and found a new message immediately. The name Enomoto Azusa popped on the screen.
Amuro-san, tomorrow I won’t be around since I requested a day off from Master. I think I need to tell you ( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ.
Oh! I almost forgot ((((；゜Д゜))). I’ve washed your sweater from the other day.
I did the washing myself, so I can guarantee its cleanliness (≧∇≦).
I put it in your locker. Thanks again for that!! ( v^-ﾟ)
That’s the end of the message. He was awed by the number of emojis the young waitress used in the short message.
“Enjoying your time, huh? How rare.” Vermouth’s sudden utterance startled him. He directed his attention to his devious partner, sniggering.
“I wonder”, he lifted his brow. “I just read a message from-” His words were cut short by the woman next to him.
“From your sweet coworker, ain’t it?” She noted, blowing the cigarette smoke leisurely.
He frowned upon hearing her sudden claim.
“I remember her well though”, she started, redirecting her gaze to the man. “I disguised myself as her once”, tilting her head slightly, she glanced at her partner.
“That time, right.” He questioned, rhetorically.
Vermouth seemed hesitant before continuing, “I bet you two are quite close, judging your reaction while reading her message.”
“Well, we are. We’re coworkers after all.” He kept his tone unaffected, to appear indifferent.
Vermouth scoffed, her lips formed a devilish smirk you could ever imagine. “I wish you could see the face you made while reading the message. That’s very out of character , y’know.”
Bourbon was silenced, thinking about anything to quit the unexpected discussion.
“Worry not, Bourbon. You have my secret. And if I have yours, it’s just fair, ain’t it?” She put off her sunglasses, throwing a mischievous wink at the confused man.
Of course the blond did not buy it. All he did was deny whatever the platinum-haired woman had just told him regarding himself. Bourbon aka Amuro Tooru aka Furuya Rei could never trust anyone from BO.
“Fine. Go on denying it. It doesn’t change my opinion.” With that being spoken, she ceased the debate.
However, at the end of the day, Bourbon could not stop contemplating the thing that Vermouth had told him. About him making a kind of face that was so unlike him.
“What face did I actually make?” He huffed as he patted Haro, his pet dog.
END