[ But somehow, Jyuto knows he isn't going to get a reply. He's scheduled to be on shift during the time of Samatoki's message, but given the lack of any exposition or explanation, he knows that whatever's going on is probably important. It's unusual, and that's why Jyuto feels his gut sinking, a foreboding feeling unable to be shook.
He sighs and pockets the device. There's no point in waiting for a reply that won't come. What's a better way to make use of his time is to lace together an excuse to leave his station when the designated time rolls around, something easy that he's more than used to doing back in Yokohama. What's more? It always seem to be for Samatoki.
He eyes the ticking hands of the clock on the wall. What a troublesome guy. ]
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[ But somehow, Jyuto knows he isn't going to get a reply. He's scheduled to be on shift during the time of Samatoki's message, but given the lack of any exposition or explanation, he knows that whatever's going on is probably important. It's unusual, and that's why Jyuto feels his gut sinking, a foreboding feeling unable to be shook.
He sighs and pockets the device. There's no point in waiting for a reply that won't come. What's a better way to make use of his time is to lace together an excuse to leave his station when the designated time rolls around, something easy that he's more than used to doing back in Yokohama. What's more? It always seem to be for Samatoki.
He eyes the ticking hands of the clock on the wall.
What a troublesome guy. ]