“It won’t bite Sorahiko”.
“Yes sir” He replies, but he doesn’t move a muscle. I sigh. This is annoying. I’m not really up for Sorahiko’s peculiarities today.
“It’s a private jet Sorahiko, it’s safe!…” He turns to stare at me like I’ve lost my mind. It’s a funny look. Or rather, it would be a funny look if I wasn’t having the biggest migraine and the sun wasn't trying to roast me. “It’s maintained bi-weekly, and it’s been specially tuned for today, so get on!”. Get on the damn thing so I can leave this heat.
No movement from the omega. He’s not even acknowledging me. This is quite irritating. What does he have to fear from this aircraft?. I want to place my hands around his throat. Maybe Misa was right, I do have a short fuse.
Sorahiko turns to me, whilst blinking slowly, like a cat. H
